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 moved to the room where Dairyl was staying, the room where she taught him. But today he was not here for the lesson. It was the day of their first operation.
Arming with all the equipment he found useful, Wrik stretched a little extra on his walk. The new armour was not any bit better than the old one, but he had to work with it as the old one was unusable after his battle with Arjamith.
"Is it finished?" Wrik asked Dairyl, entering the chamber.
The gentle maiden nodded. She stood up and gave him a couple of papers inscribed with a runic pattern. "I don't know if your plan will work though."
Wrik gives the runes a second look before keeping it inside his cloak with the maha contract he bought from Sitara. He said truthfully. "There is a good chance of success, but even if it does not, it's not like we will lose."
"Well, let's go then. I think they are all waiting." Saying that, Dairyl moved ahead of him.
"Are you going as well?"