The noon sun blazed like flames, and the towering Tarot City resembled an ancient behemoth crafted from massive stones and iron, gazing toward the Hegel Forest in the west.
Inside Tarot City, near the front and back gates, two magical spires stood tall, reaching a height of forty to fifty meters, with a circular footprint of over a hundred meters.
These magical spires were majestic, resembling modern skyscrapers. Each could accommodate several hundred mages, providing them with rest, training, defense, detection, and offensive capabilities against enemies.
Of course, the effects of each magical spire in every city varied, but without exception, they served as the main defensive force for imperial cities.
At noon on this day, the tops of the four magical spires in Tarot City all received magical fluctuations, and then they shimmered with white light.
"Creak~"