The Maha Tower or The Broken Tower of Omega—some call it. It is a place of Dream, a place of myth, and a place of Chaos. Only a thousand among many get the chance to climb it each year. Wrik spent years to find this tower, ignoring his studies, University, but to no avail. Until a day when a letter came to his door with a pair of tickets to the tower. But before that, he had to appear in gruesome trials to enter the cruel Tower. ________________ Check out the other works: Chaos Cycle: The Eye of Genesis. ________________ [The novel is a bit slow compared to other webnovel. It picks up the pace from the 10th chapter or so.]
Wrik was bewildered from all the looks he was getting the audience, though none of them dismissed him or anything. Perhaps it was his aura, or the more probable reason should be the man who asked him the question.
"Folk are waiting, young friend," the man said as he rested him but in the tree's Columb. He steadied the lute in a position to play, looking at him, waiting for him to decide what story he would like to hear.
Wrik arched his eyebrows. The bard should have recognised him, or else he would not ask him,
"Something unexpected?" he asked uncertainty. "Something surreal, but still unexpected."
He clearly had no idea what he should expect now. But the response from the audience told him, it ain't going to be half bad.