Expecting a rosy conversation with Kana, Julius was horribly surprised.
"What's going on? Why can't I remember anything?" Julius snapped. "Why is my mind blank? AZONOLD!!!"
Julius stood still, his breath hitching as the golden floor beneath him rippled outward with every slight shift of his weight. The horizon stretched endlessly in all directions, bathed in deep, molten gold, neither sky nor ground truly distinct. In the distance, the spiraling black tower loomed, impossibly large, its countless glowing windows blinking like stars against the void.
I guess Azonold got his tower, I can see it, but that doesn't help me understand this situation."
"Why am I here? Tell me now."
Before him stood Azonold, wearing a human shape—tall, composed, with a presence that felt like space itself bent slightly around him. His expression was calm, but his words carried undeniable weight.
