While Felix was resting, there were actually two old men at the very top of the Tower of Divinity. One was the same spirit who had met with Felix, Alaife. The other, who bore a striking resemblance to him, was the spirit of the Tower of Babel, Delic.

Both of them stood with respectful expressions, their gazes fixed ahead, toward a man with an almost delicate beauty.

Yes, a man—his features were soft and symmetrical, and his skin was so pale that it looked almost ethereal, nearly impossible to