The Sword Tomb, Veridia.
In the depths of the sealed cavern, there was no light, no sound, and no air currents. There was only the cold aura of a single man and his blade.
Anaske, the previous king of the Cosmic Empire and Demigod of the Sword, sat cross-legged in the center of the cave.
His breathing was so shallow it was imperceptible. He was trying to sever his connection to the world, to become one with the concept of "cutting."
But his trance didn't last for long, as his eyelids fluttered open. For a split second, the sharpness of his aura faltered.
"Umm..." Anaske whispered, his voice raspy after being silent for a long time. "Did I make a mistake?"
He looked at the notification floating in his vision. Even though he had muted all chats, blocked all calls, and set his status to 'Perpetual Seclusion,' the Emperor's decrees were absolute. They overrode everything.
"A Tower..." he mused.
