The Endless Tower is surrounded by lush forests, and although it is the center of Thras, it is inaccessible to mortals, and mortals will not and cannot set foot here, and the mages will not approach it once Mion enters the tower.

Not far from the tower, a lonely small stone house sits among the trees, and the black stones are piled up, which looks a little abrupt in the green.

There was a knock on the door, and a man who looked to be about forty or fifty years old stepped out of the small stone house. His cheeks were thin and yellow, his dark brown hair was clinging to his head, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, but he was extremely tall and looked like an extremely malnourished fellow.

The man grimaced, first touching the non-existent dust on the edge of the door, then squinting and looking up at the sky that was tightly obscured by the leaves.

"Humph......" he let out a long breath through his nose, then turned his head to look at the tower's location.

There are only thirteen councillors in Thras, and these thirteen positions have been firmly existing since the birth of the Black Mist and the entry into force of the barrier, no more or less, and they symbolize the supreme power of Thras, that is, the parliament itself.

The councillors themselves may not be interested in the daily chores and trivialities, which will naturally be done by their subordinates, but their strength is unquestionable, and they themselves represent the top of the mages who have consciously divided their factions because of the difference in runes.

But this does not mean that there are only thirteen people in Thras.

The strength of a mage is divided by the difficulty of learning runes, and the councilor level can be when facing something- It doesn't have to be a struggle, using multiple levels of runes, a single rune can produce greater power under a certain combination of rules, or more magical use, but it is very difficult to use runes of this level, at this time, the runes engraved on the skin to assist memory and better play an effective role are particularly important, so the selection and planning of a series of runes at the beginning of the mage's path can almost determine the upper limit of a mage.

Not all runes can be useful if they are put together.

The Wild Fox Zen mages, especially those who are at the bottom and are still desperately trying to make money and have obtained the qualifications to learn new runes, do not have the qualifications to choose runes, their talents are not valued by the faction, and most of them are from humble and poor backgrounds, so-

This man is an exception.

He was born in a humble peasant family and ordinary people, without being appreciated by any faction, but stumbling all the way to rely on Green's library, taking on tasks, completing tasks, fighting, love and hate, friendship and betrayal, nine deaths, he moved towards a higher realm step by step, and was finally appreciated by Green, and when he tried to master the plural runes, he was even more surprised to find that he mastered a combination of runes that could be formed- In a rather legendary experience, this man finally became a member of the council, and although he was still a little weak, he was still a subordinate of Green.

Then after the incident of Mion, he was sent here by Green, to replace a hapless predecessor, and become the unlucky incumbent, watching, watching, and preventing anything that might happen near the central tower.

The man stepped on the leaves under his feet, closed the door behind him with his backhand, blocked the dark space in the hut from contact with the outside world, and then walked slowly to the tower.

The closer you get to the tower, the more hideous the trees become, the branches tangled together, the yellow leaves hanging on the inky black branches, each tree looks like a hideous ghost from a distance in the dark.

Of course, this was not the case before, and the man witnessed the slow change of the situation around him, and he knew that this was Mion's pollution, and he knew that this pollution would continue, and no one could cure it.

The council was taken seriously at first, but since receiving the remnants of the flames from beyond the barrier, things have been put aside here - Mion's influence in the council has always been there, and not everyone is convinced of the prophecy that the Thras will eventually or will be destroyed, and those people are expecting Mion to make a slight change in the whole thing, for better or for worse.

He guessed.

The man knew that if things would change, then all this would only get worse, not better, and the influence of Mion or something else on the tower had broken through the sealing of the central tower itself, and the surrounding environment clearly reflected all these changes.

As the man approached the tower, the whispers in his ears became more and more pronounced.

The voice had been around for a while, but he could rely on some protective rune of his own to make it less noticeable, less noticeable, but the closer you got to the tower, the more obvious it became—it wouldn't get louder, it would just force you to pay attention to it, to take the time to think about what it was saying.

The man couldn't understand the sounds, and he forced himself not to pay attention to them, and the rune engraved in the middle of his forehead stood out and flashed.

He stopped in front of the tower and leaned down, observing whether the runes he had carved into the ground and nearby them were still serving to suppress further deterioration here.

He had to dispel the yellow, unpleasant slap leaves on the ground, and although the trees in the vicinity were mostly yellow, the ground was still covered with dead things that had lost their lives.

The leaves were blown open, revealing strings of runes and circles engraved on the ground, and the materials and dust still there, and although the circles were a little blurry, they looked like they could hold on for a while.

Suddenly, everything around him seemed to become darker, the man's magic circle engraved on the ground began to blur, and the feathers he inserted in the magic circle began to burn rapidly, and the man suddenly stood up, and found that the place he was in was already dark, and even the original ball of light in the sky disappeared.

He felt something in his heart and looked at the tower directly in front of him.

The walls of the tower, which had been bright and pure white, had turned black, and he seemed to be able to see the cloudy and inexplicable colors flowing on the walls, and then, the smooth wall suddenly became uneven, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a face larger than the others.

The man guessed that there might be such a day, but it was a little too fast for now.

The runes on his whole body appeared, and his shriveled body began to swell, tearing through his clothes, and the man let out a roar at the human face, which was stretched open, and a blinding light shone from his blood-soaked eyes.

One of his arms seemed to crack, and through the crack, pure white light cut through the darkness that enveloped him.

"You!what are you!" the loud voice didn't come far.

In the face of the tense man, the face of the person standing out on the wall was expressionless.

"Here we go. The voice spoke calmly, but it was a female voice.

"What?" the man continued to growl.

"The gears of fate will be corrected, and everything will go back to its original path. ”

After saying this, all anomalies disappeared. The surroundings of the tower returned to their previous calm, and the darkness faded.

Only a few meters tall, the monstrous man gasped, and the whispers in his ears were still there.