Ezra was once again imprisoned at the very top of the spire of Westmore Castle.

The seven-story experimental tower at the train station had collapsed last time, and it seemed the laboratory had now been relocated to a different spire within the castle.

The only window in the laboratory was fitted with bars specially designed for him. Sitting by it, Ezra gazed down at the cityscape of Westmore.

From his vantage point, he could see the central plaza of Westmore, where the entire city’s population had gathered.

"This doesn’t bode well."

Lifting his shackled hands, he bit down on a cigar and furrowed his brow, observing the square intently.

At that moment, the gates of Westmore Castle swung open, and someone was dragged out. A woman, dressed in extravagant attire, stepped onto the platform.