On top of the White Tower, two great mages sat opposite each other, quietly watching the grand and resplendent Imperial Palace outside the floor-to-ceiling window, their eyes viewing it as if it were just gray tiles and gravel, scrutinizing and indifferent.
"Lapus, have you really made up your mind? Is this the path you've chosen?" The black-haired old man with the exclusive emblem of the royal mages pondered for a long while before speaking.
The white-haired mage, Lapus, turned his head. Facing the elderly mage, also a Holy Sanctuary Grandmaster, his expression was no longer so relaxed,
"I've found the singularity of destiny. Although I can't observe its trajectory, I can observe the destinies of those influenced by it. Some lives, which should have long fallen to dust, have changed because of it. I believe my path to legend lies within."
The black-haired mage sighed, "I've maintained a friendship with the Charal Clan for many years, and there's always a bit of reluctance."
