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 describe in words.

"Sir," the two spirits said in unison, bowing low.

If anyone had seen this moment, they would've been absolutely shaken—because it meant that the man standing before them was the true master of both towers.

"The Star-Seers… No matter how vast the cosmos becomes, they always manage to find the next savior. After all these years, even I haven't figured out how they do it," the soft-featured man murmured with admiration.

Alaife replied, "With your divine insight, sir, if Fel