Storm Cage

Since the Blue Dragon Sere... really had been at Storm Spire just now, Anse only needed to go back in time to find him.

But he did not travel through time immediately. Carrying the Dragon Lance, he wandered through Storm Spire.

The spire stood over three hundred meters tall. Counting the long metal needle at its peak, it was probably four hundred meters high.

It had a strange shape, like a steel whip enlarged many times over, thick at the base and narrow at the top, with no windows.

The inside was just as empty. There were only support structures, with no rooms, no living facilities, and no sign that anyone had ever lived there.

"This isn't meant to be lived in."

Anse made a circuit of the spire. The plaza outside and the smooth marks on the tower's surface came to mind, giving him an idea.

The Blue Dragon Sere... probably did not live inside the tower. He rested coiled around it, using the spire to absorb faith and command the power of storms.

"So he really is as big as a mountain. Several hundred meters long, at least."

Most Primordial Dragons were under a hundred meters long. Those that grew beyond that were ancient monsters, while Otherworld Dragons were naturally larger than ordinary dragons.

Even among Primordial Dragons, he was two or three times the size of a Metallic Dragon of the same rank.

"This place looks like a vault, but even more like... a prison."

The arrays and runes Anse could decipher were all directed inward. Its outward defenses were not particularly strong.

"Heh. So this is for me. That takes... a sense of adventure."

He raised an eyebrow but chose not to leave, pretending he had noticed nothing.

As if confirming his suspicions, the first-floor doors