The cold wind howled atop the Twilight Tower.
The tower stood tall, overlooking the grand Sky City—a marvel painstakingly built over several years and one of the most prosperous cities in dragonkind’s history.

This city had once been a haven for countless war refugees among the dragons, a hub for cultural exchange and resource trade. Its brilliance had remained unmatched for the past century, let alone the last decade.

But now, the once vibrant and bustling city lay deathly silent. Moonlight illuminated empty streets, and cold winds swept through the desolate alleys. Only its creator remained, standing as its last companion, determined to hold on until the bitter end.

The Tower Master’s gaze swept across every building and street below—this city, now devoid of its wizards, was the culmination of his life's work.
Yet, who could say whether this place would ever regain its vitality after the fateful battle to come?

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
“It’s about time to end all of this.”

The sound of high heels clicking against the stone floor echoed from behind him.

Turning, the Tower Master saw an elegant woman with striking blue hair approaching him.
“Princess Claudia,” he said, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise despite keeping his tone calm.
“I didn’t expect you, of all people, to be the first to arrive here, especially since you’re stationed in the Atlantis Sea.”