To be fair, it was understandable that the Martial King would think my request was ridiculous. We’d only ever passed each other a few times during the Ball of Kings, and it was extremely rude of me to visit the One-horned tribe’s village without an invitation. He was already holding himself back a lot.

Also, it wasn’t a surprise that he’d be angry at hearing Allforone’s name. Everyone knew how deep his enmity for Allforone was. I felt the same thing since Allforone had killed all the Draconic species in the Tower. The ancient dragon Kalatus, who was like a father to me, had suffered until the end because of Allforone, and even though he was in the arms of nature now, I could still remember the moment he closed his eyes for the last time in the Dragon Temple. 

“Please.” But that was then. I had to meet Allforone. He never descended from the seventy-seventh floor and was an insurmountable wall for players, crushing my dream of reaching the top of the Tower. All I had left was the elixir, and I couldn’t get it at all.

Even though I...