The Middle East. Arabia. Dubai.
The brown desert stretched endlessly, bleak, dry, and scorching. When night fell, it turned bitterly cold.
An oasis was precious in the desert, but rarer still was a bustling, extravagant city glittering with gold!
It needed no greenery. Gold could cover the ground instead. This was how people had always imagined ancient Arabia: dunes of golden sand, streams of golden sand. It needed no lush plants to seem full of life!
A golden world, a silver city, gleaming with everything people longed for.
The Asian Magic Association stood here. Its highest silver spire rose like a sharp ancient sword, piercing the blue sky. A patrol of black sand eagles flew in an orderly formation around the tower.
Dubai was a city of countless rules, yet seemingly no restrictions.
Unlike most cities back home, it allowed unrestricted flight. Powerful figures rode tamed Demon Beasts or Summoned Beasts through the skies as they pleased.
No matter how extraordinary your mount was, you could fly it over Dubai at will, letting the masses below envy you and basking in their admiration.
Once you held a high enough position, you received the utmost respect here. You had no need to feign courtesy toward ordinary people. You could show your contempt for them openly.
The Asian Magic Association. The Dubai Mage Tower.
Every headquarters of the Magic Association occupied the tallest tower in a flourishing city.
Its summit, almost level with the heavens, constantly reminded every mage lost in the crowds below that cultivation had no end. The peak was forever beyond reach...
As morning light crossed the tip of the Asian Tower, it burst into dazzling holy radiance!
This was the Asian Magic Association, a presence even more imposing than the Pearl Mage Tower. Those at its summit were