Rutben Citadel, a city in the furthermost eastern part of Andras Empire, was already fortified against invasion. Its walls, which were over forty meters tall, had been steadily constructed higher over the centuries. They even had anti-magic barriers and anti magic bomb measures. Meltor had tried to destroy them numerous times in the past, but they had always taken heavy damage and were forced to retreat.

However, this time, uninvited guests were visiting Rutben. A few hundred meters away from the walls, ten magicians were poised in the shadows. They were an elite unit of the White Tower, directly trained and commanded by White Tower Master Orta who stood in front, clad in a black mask. SInce they were all secret agents, they too had similar masks on their faces.

- Stop. 

Orta suddenly stopped ahead of them.

- From here onward, keep your shields up. We are two hundred meters from Rutben’s walls and watchtowers, so keep your magic power sealed. If you can’t get past the walls and get caught, don’t await my instructions and prioritize escape.

The magicians nodded, and Orta gestured as he murmured a spell. It seemed to be his own unique spell.

Rutben’s defensive arsenal was truly exquisite, as expected of an Andras fortress. If it hadn’t been for Orta, even the elite agents of the White Tower would be detected before getting past...