Making a Name

The thunderous roar continued without end.

The camera began to pull back.

In the shot, the Spiral High Tower standing at the center of Old Peel was exceptionally conspicuous, towering far above the surrounding buildings and piercing straight into the sky.

And this high tower, steeped in an ancient air, seemed somewhat out of place amid the modern high-rises.

As though an invisible giant hand had forcibly plucked this colossal structure from history a thousand years ago and thrown it here.

At this very moment.

The top of the tower was continuously collapsing amid violent explosions, countless fragments scattering in every direction with the shockwaves.

Rumble!!

Above the tower, a spiraling mass of black clouds was gathering, streaked with flashes of lightning.

In an instant, torrential rain came pouring down.

The curtain of rain obscured the view, as though a layer of frosted glass had been laid over everything.

Yet strangely, the downpour was confined solely to the tower's vicinity. The surrounding areas were completely unaffected. It was like a gray, hazy curtain that happened to envelop the tower alone.

Suddenly—

Two figures, one large and one small, flew out from the billowing black smoke atop the three-hundred-foot tower and plummeted toward the ground at tremendous speed.

And throughout the fall, high-frequency, ear-splitting explosions resounded.

Bang!

Bang bang!!

Flames, magma, rapidly solidifying obsidian debris, and chaotic, violent invisible magnetic fields tangled together.

The two figures collided again and again, only to be violently flung apart.

Over and over, entwined in a relentless struggle.

At first glance, they resembled a meteor dragging a long tail of flame as it plunged straight down.

In midair, the figure clad from head to toe in savage armor swung down a gigantic iron hammer taller than a person.

The hammerhead, resembling a locomotive's front, glowed