Capítulo 241: | 241 | A Revolting Traitor?

Somewhere within the vast expanse of the Frontier was a lone monolith-like building in an island constantly shrouded by a devastating storm and rough tides. It was tall, piercing through the heavens like the towering structure of rebellion. Clad in pitch-black, it was none other than the Tower of Revolution, the headquarters of the Revolting Tide.

Inside the Tower of Revolution, an administrator of mortality noticed a candle slowly losing its flames, though somewhat flickering with a tint of green. The candle was surrounded by hundreds upon thousands residing within shelves of endless proportions.

Each candle represented a member of the organization. It was their mortality bestowed over a single object to be observed by the administrators. It seemed that one was about to die, which was nothing special. But this one dwelled upon the shelf of importance.