[381] A poem to celebrate the hero's might!

"Huh?"

Elijah was confused, he had entered a luxurious lobby instead of the next floor.

[Surprised?]

He grew alarmed at the sudden voice of the tower. It was everywhere!

It was louder than before and was coming from all directions. It wasn't just in his head anymore. He looked around the room, his blade in his hand.

Was it a…reception?

[Yes, The reception area of the Imperial Palace. A grand and opulent space that celebrates the fusion of artistry and music in the most extravagant manner. Does a sense of awe wash over you?]

Asked the tower, eloquently. Its voice was different again. Now it seemed like the voice of a human, well-versed in etiquette.

"..."

[Surprised?]

Asked the tower again, Elijah simply sat down and took a rest.

[Why?]

Questioned the tower, as it was unable to understand the intentions of Elijah.

[In a place of such grandeur…Do you simply sit on the floor?