In the High Tower Hall, Enzo heard High Tower Soul's questioning and responded, "Is something wrong?"
His illusionary brows furrowed, his beard trembling, then he used his authority to perceive the condition of High Tower Space. He suddenly jumped around like a cat scorched by flames, letting out an ear-splitting scream: "No! Why is this happening? I distinctly set the operational rules for High Tower Space correctly!"
High Tower Soul shouted loudly.
Enzo could only ask helplessly, "Can you quiet down?"
High Tower Soul instantly stopped, bowed slightly, placed a hand over his chest in a gesture of respect, like an elegant noble, and said, "As you wish, sir."
What a strange fellow!
Enzo thought to himself, continuing, "So, it's your fault they were dragged into High Tower Space. Since it was your mistake, you should get them out."
High Tower Soul shook his head.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Like it ? Add to library!
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.