Chapter 72: An Endless Banquet
"Is this... the Rat Tide that threatened the Northern Frontier back then?"
Dean Breichim had misunderstood. The lifelike Mage Tower made him think this was a genuine record from the Rat Plague in the Northern Frontier.
It was a brilliant hook... What could capture people's interest more than a disaster unfolding far away?
But Annan had to tell Dean Breichim the truth. "No, these are only illusions created by an Illusionist..."
"Incredible... Please, let me keep watching."
Sophie Breichim was an Epic Mage and over a hundred years old. Her will and her view of the world were as solid as the Mountain Copper beneath it, but a perfect story could move even Gods to praise and tears.
Sophie Breichim was no exception.
That was where Annan's confidence came from. The Mage Tower's Fall was meticulously made, nothing like the crude imitations Jack and Rose's Private Affairs and Betal's Female Elf. Even adaptations of famous books surpassed The Mage Tower's Fall only in story. They had nothing distinctive in their camerawork or composition; watching them was like watching a stage play.
Two hours later, Jack was torn apart by Ratfolk while protecting Rose. The Knights searching for survivors arrived and pulled her from the collapsed ruins of the Mage Tower.
Wrapped in a Carpet, Rose looked back. The remains of the Mage Tower stood in the dawn as though they were right before the audience.
"That Mage Tower..." Dean Breichim could not help asking.
"It was still standing when we filmed this Magic Film, but after we fled the Northern Frontier..."
The Ratfolk could use the Mage Tower. Just as the Holy Hall purified Ratfolk Holy Relics into human Divine Artifacts, the Ratfolk could corrupt and transform human creations. The Tower Spirit, loyal only to