An Invitation from the Tower Master

After the selection matches ended, Dago was invited straight to the Silver Tower.

Sunlight made the upper half of the silver tower painfully bright. It looked like a vast, shining sword thrust silently into the clear sky.

"The master of the Silver Tower!"

Dago slowly lowered his gaze. He recalled the few things Bernal had once said about tower masters: they were wizards who created Miracles.

Miracles.

According to Bernal, the master of the Silver Tower stood at the pinnacle of Third-Ring Wizards but had not fully stepped into the realm of Fourth-Ring Miracles.

Bernal had been exiled for a long time, though. His information was old, and some of what he had said might not be accurate.

But whether she stood at the pinnacle of Third-Ring Wizards or had reached the realm of Fourth-Ring Miracles, the tower master was far beyond Dago's reach. All he could do was look up to her.

Standing at the foot of the tower, he found himself wondering about the woman at its summit. Was she tall or short, heavy or thin? Was she cold or gentle?

He would have been lying if he said he was not nervous. Dago was most likely about to receive a commendation, yet he felt as though he had been summoned to the head of discipline's office back in his school days.

He took a deep breath and was about to step forward.

"Wait, Dago!"

A bright voice rang out behind him.

Dago turned and saw a tall, lean young man in a silver robe hurrying toward him.

The young man smiled at him. "Thanks. I'm Steel."

Steel let out a breath and pointed toward the tower entrance. "Going in? Shall we go together?"

Above its middle section, the Silver Tower became one vast, continuous space. Unlike the