Sob!

“Shit…!”

The White Dragon headquarters on the seventy-sixth floor was a giant castle that had once been home to Red Dragon, which had ruled over the Tower for hundreds of years. However, the castle had lost its former splendor, and it now looked like forlorn ruins.

White Dragon had tried to restore it to its former glory as they took care of their internal conflict, but it wasn’t easy. Most of the Eighty-One Oculus, the pillars of Red Dragon, had either died or gone into hiding, and most of the troops had deserted.

Still, Waltz tried to gather the remaining forces and lift White Dragon as the new version of Red Dragon. Her martial arts had improved day by day as she retrieved the Summer Queen’s legacy, and her subordinates were starting to believe in a comeback.

Waltz tossed the dice and decided to help the resisters fighting Arthia. She had been planning on fixing the battle lines on the seventy-sixth floor, but she realized that no one would defend them if the resisters fell. It was a calculated risk, with the possibility that...