Chapter 291: The Sword Path I

For the next few standard days, Altair found himself engulfed in a sea of paperwork during the day, and at night, he would train tirelessly with his sword and art beneath the Endless Darkness. He would often gaze up at the stars; his curiosity piqued toward how much Babels Tower might have changed since he stormed out of its gates in a fit of rage. He deliberately avoided asking anyone or checking for himself, his anger still smoldering. Though he had successfully gained control over the Arbiter of the first floor, he chose to withdraw his forces now since they were needed across the Outer Rim of his planet. 

Presently, he was outside beneath the endless night within the Eternal Garden, secretly watching Medussa tend to the colony of crops from a distance. A playful smile was present on her lips as she knelt over the mud, watering a particular herb—one he didn't recognize.