The Tower of Reverse Tide still stood as it had for the past million years, yet the God of Reverse Tide that had once been trapped within it had long since vanished without a trace. Behind the invisible curtain, the rift running through the planet had opened a passage to other realms, and according to the clues already gathered, this rift might even have appeared centuries ago.
So this raised a very important question: where had the God of Reverse Tide gone? What exactly did it "want" to do?
Inside the hall on the tower's first floor, Gawain was using the data surfacing in his mind and his visitor privileges to confirm the status of the tower's facilities. In the vast interior space behind him, dozens of dragon and human investigators sent from the Winter's Wrath were gathering information and searching the area. Several teams were also operating on Iron Island outside the tower, collecting all manner of clues. This ancient ruin, silent for countless years, had suddenly become bustling today.
In the past, Tarlonnd would never have allowed such reckless behavior, but the tower's true condition had now been exposed—it was safe, safe in an extremely ironic way.
Ordinary people could now enter the tower without suffering knowledge contamination. And as long as the dragons did not help them open the Voyager database, the ordinary human investigators would not learn dangerous technologies from interstellar civilizations that were far too advanced for the current age.
"After escaping from here, the God of Reverse Tide should not have obediently gone into hiding. It is an ancient god that has lost control and possesses a strong tendency toward 'independent action.' Causing trouble is its instinct, perhaps even its Divine Office," Gawain said casually as he stood beside the material transport rail, tapping