The severely dilapidated Mage Tower stood amid boundless darkness. Outside, surging tides of negative energy battered its faltering warding barrier.
The entire White Tower seemed like a lighthouse standing alone in a black sea, struggling to shed a faint glow and guide lost ships that might no longer even exist.
After witnessing a series of strange phenomena both inside and outside the Tower of Pure White, Renato had begun to form a few guesses about the true nature of this demiplane.
Every sign pointed to one conclusion. This Mage Tower was most likely the core of the looping ritual that enveloped the entire Nittel Royal City.
Renato recalled the scenes he had witnessed through "meditation." The tides of negative energy that surged in from every direction at nightfall, then slowly receded at dawn, might well have been the endlessly churning black clouds outside the White Tower.
According to the hints in the [Guide] and Renato's own knowledge, the negative energy gathered outside the White Tower was most likely the work of the Demon Lord Orcus.
In theory, even a Legendary Mage capable of taming water, commanding fire, and shattering mountain ranges on the Material Plane could never match even a sliver of the power that seeped from the hands of the "King of the Undead."
No, mortals did not even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as Him. Perhaps only equally powerful deities could contend directly with this Ancient Abyss Pillar God.
Yet through some unknown means, the Legendary Mage "Pure White" had accomplished this feat in a way Renato could not even imagine, preserving the entire city in its original form across a thousand years in a bizarre state of existence.
Not only had he kept this vast quantity of negative energy outside the White Tower, but