Though Lyon was somewhat worried, he couldn’t really grasp how significant the Abyss incident was, and in the end, Angel managed to smooth talk him.
All the way, Lyon pondered over the magazine’s content, not noticing the environment changing around him until Angel stopped in his tracks. It was then that Lyon realized he had stopped before a towering steel structure so tall that its top could not be seen with a single glance.
“This is Sky Tower.”
Bringing Lyon here was to observe some battles of his peers.
Sky Tower was an excellent platform for measuring strength.
This Sky Tower, compared to the one in Barbarian Cave, was taller and more massive, resembling the mythical Tower of Babel that Jon once spoke of—a place so imposing that standing at its base, one could immediately feel their own insignificance through comparison.
Like other Sky Towers, one could reach the higher levels inside via cable carriages.
However, the high-level battles weren’t particularly enlightening for Lyon, so Angel directly led him to enter from the first floor.
Even on the lowest level, there were still many people, and they were almost all Transcendents.
After marveling at the majesty of Sky Tower, Lyon also turned his attention to the other people around.
He had always thought the residents of the harsh, austere Sky Mechanical City would have a uniform style. But his experience over the past few hours told Lyon that his assumption was completely wrong.
Fancy and unusual clothing was the most ordinary sight.
Those who created spectacles or deliberately made grand appearances were not few and far between.
Like right now.
Clang, clang, clang—
Dull sounds came from the distant plaza, and the onlookers turned to look. Amidst the stirring of the crowd, voices rang out, “It’s Hammer King Kesar!”
The newcomer was a Transcendent whose height and build were twice that of an average person. He exuded a somber aura that was visible to the naked eye. Iron chains were strapped all over his body, extending several meters behind him to glossy black iron spheres.
“Commoners, make way!” While the commotion caused by the Hammer King had not yet subsided, sharp, loud laughter came from another direction.
A lady in an extravagant puffball gown, a tasseled golden fan in hand covering her mouth, sat atop a green-skinned giant who was kneeling down and slowly climbing towards the Sky Tower.
According to the bystanders, the noblewoman controlling the giant was also a famous contender within Sky Tower.
However, her reputation was limited to below the fifth level of Sky Tower.
Besides these two, Lyon saw all sorts of extraordinary Transcendents, and at that moment, the puzzle that had troubled him was finally solved.
Why did White Bear always wear a mascot suit?
Thinking about it now, White Bear’s mascot outfit was too commonplace compared to those with golden wings, walking on blossoming flowers, or covered in fireflies—it was several notches below.
“So, this is the Wizards’ Realm,” Lyon mused.
Angel coughed twice, “It’s not exactly like this.”