"Lost my presence?" Max echoed aloud, his brows knitting together in surprise. It was no small thing for Xolo, the spirit of the Tower of Truth itself, to lose track of someone. The tower spirit was supposed to know every breath, every movement, every shift of energy within the tower's walls—there was no hiding from it.
Unless... 'Unless the Tomb of the Sword Saint isn't actually inside the tower.' The realization hit Max like a thunderbolt, and his eyes widened as dozens of questions immediately flooded his mind, each more urgent than the last.
How had he even gotten there? Was it only him? Or could anyone on the verge of comprehending a sword concept find themselves pulled into that ancient tomb?
