The Old Saintess stepped outside, her gaze lifted toward the towering structure in the distance—
The Inheritance Tower.
The truth would be revealed soon enough.
Klaus exhaled slowly.
Then, without another word, he followed.
***
Max and Callie stood before the towering Inheritance Tower, its black surface glistening under the dim light of the city.
The air was heavy, thick with anticipation.
Around them, hundreds of young guild members had gathered.
Their eyes were locked onto him.
Some looked at him with profound respect, as if he were a legendary figure pulled from ancient myths.
Others…
Their gazes burned with envy, jealousy, sharp like daggers—yet none dared to act on it.
And Max didn't need to guess their thoughts.
Because he could 'feel' them.
'They won't go against me.'
The certainty of that realization struck deep.
This wasn't ego.
This wasn't assumption.
This was instinct.
