Humans liked building towers.
A lot.
It was something woven into the DNA of civilization—when faced with power, knowledge, or the great unknown, someone would eventually look up and say, "Let's build something tall to poke it." And so, naturally, the world had a few of them.
There was the Tower of Magic on the Central Continent, where spellcraft was dissected and reimagined in lecture halls ringed with runes. The Dragon Tower in the South, pulsing with bloodline experimentation and dangerous pride. The Constellation Tower up North, cold and gleaming, built for studying Purelight.
And finally, there was the Ebony Tower.
In the West.
