Once again, I stood before the monumental, irregular structure of the Tower of Chaos. Its black surface trembled almost imperceptibly, and quiet vibrations spread through the air as soon as I crossed its threshold. Inside, there were no walls or floor—only an endless space permeated with the raw energy of chaos, swirling in the form of dark vortices pulsating in an unpredictable rhythm. Yet this time, something was wrong.

I gazed deep into the Tower’s expanse and furrowed my brow. The chaos that had once pulsed with power now barely stirred. Instead of wild streams of untamed energy, I saw only faint, scattered flashes. The Tower was barely breathing chaos. Rather than flowing, powerful currents of energy, I observed dispersed, scarcely flickering fragments, as if it were barely clinging to life.

"That doesn't bode well," I muttered to myself. If it was meant to create a new being, I would have to do something about it.

I took a deep breath and touched my hair. I could feel the pulsating power within it, accumulated over a long time. Slowly, I began to release the energy, allowing it to seep into the Tower's space. Gradually, as if guided by intuition, I sensed exactly how much power was needed for the summoning process to begin. In an instant, I felt a weakening—as if someone had suddenly drained part of my strength. The air around me shuddered, and the structure of the Tower began to flicker, signaling that the absorbed energy was sufficient.

Chaos awakened once more.

[System: Tower energy has been powered up.]

I took another deep breath. This was the moment. I reached for Eldric’s data, the information he had given me before his disappearance. At the moment of activation, the system reacted immediately.

[System: Based on available data and chaotic essence, a new being will be created.]

I clenched my fists. I knew that this was not an ordinary summoning process, but the creation of something new. There was no turning back.

The Tower began to tremble, and the space around me rippled, as if reality itself could not decide in what state it should stabilize. Streams of chaotic energy swirled around me, forming a disturbing, non-linear summoning structure. This time, however, the formation of the being looked different than usual—rather than simply shaping a body, I watched as the system gradually merged data with its own chaotic patterns.

Slowly, a silhouette began to emerge.

He was slender, with a lithe build and delicate facial features. His skin had an almost porcelain hue, and his light hair cascaded in gentle waves, as if forever stirred by an invisible wind. His eyes, intensely green, seemed to glow in the dim light of the Tower, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His posture was calm, almost weightless, as if he did not entirely belong to the material world, and his movements were fluid, devoid of unnecessary force yet full of effortless grace.

For a moment, he remained silent, as if trying to understand his own existence. His intensely green gaze swept over the surroundings, analyzing this new reality.

"I feel as if I should know you," he finally said, his voice sounding familiar yet imbued with something new—something different. "But I cannot recall who you are."

I watched him closely. There was no doubt—this was Eldric. But without his memories.

I did not reply immediately. I took a deep breath, allowing myself a moment to process what had happened. I knew one thing—the Tower of Chaos did not permit the recreation of beings exactly as they once were. The system had used the available data but merged it with chaos, creating something new.

His appearance spoke for itself—familiar, yet different. His facial features resembled Eldric's, but they lacked a complete expression, as if they were an unfinished sketch. There was something more in his gaze than the void of amnesia—a subtle spark that suggested he was searching for something, something that should be obvious yet remained just beyond his reach.

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The fact that he did not remember who he was could be the truth. But just as well, he might be deceiving me. Was it genuine confusion or a sophisticated game? The Tower of Chaos was unpredictable, and I did not fully understand its influence on the beings it created.

"Do you know your name?" I asked, watching him intently.

The man looked at me with a raised eyebrow, as if he had just heard an exceptionally poor joke. He tilted his head slightly to the side, and his lips curved into the hint of a smile.

"Eldric," he snorted lightly, as if something about that name amused him. He furrowed his brows and glared at me. "And now perhaps you can tell me what exactly I am doing here?"

I sighed, allowing myself a moment of silence to gather my thoughts.

"This is not so simple," I began, choosing my words carefully. "We met at the Fall. You were a spirit bound to the Tower of the Heritage of Nature—a guardian who subjected me to the Trial. In return, I promised that if I found a way to bring you back, I would do it. I had your data, and I used it here, in the Tower of Chaos. Now... here you are. But I don't know if you are exactly the same person I once knew."

I fell silent, observing his reaction. His gaze grew cold, as if he were analyzing every word I had said, weighing them in his mind.

"Wait..." His eyes narrowed, and a shadow of disbelief crossed his face. "The Tower of Chaos? This must be some kind of joke."

He looked at me intently, as if trying to discern from my expression some clue that all of this was merely a fabricated game.

"You... are its Master?" he finally asked, his voice laced with both skepticism and curiosity.

"Yes," I replied calmly. "The Tower of Chaos belongs to me."

For a moment, his face froze—as if a memory had sparked in his mind that he couldn’t quite grasp. He furrowed his brows, and his eyes shone with a strange light. Before I could say anything further, an intense aura began to pulse around his body, reminiscent of magical seals.

Before I could retreat, the energy accumulated and exploded, and Eldric moved with superhuman speed. I barely managed to jump aside, avoiding his attack at the last moment. The air around us trembled from the impact of his energy.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, raising my hands in defense.

He looked at me with a cold, almost emotionless glare.

"Isn't it obvious?" he said in a calm, almost icy tone. "I'm trying to kill the greatest threat to the Lords."

Damn. Even without his memories, he harbored an instinctive hatred for the Tower of Chaos.

I had no time to analyze the situation. Eldric attacked again with swift, precise movements. I could have engaged him directly, but if I responded with an attack, I would destroy any chance for conversation. I couldn’t allow that.

With every passing second, I wondered what I should do. Should I try to calm him down? Is there even any chance for that?

No, it made no sense. If he was attacking, it meant that something deep within him considered me an enemy. Instead of meeting force with force, I decided to play for endurance. After all, he was only at level one—his mana reserves must be limited.

Besides, I could treat this as a sparring session. My stats had increased after earning my new title, but I hadn’t yet had the chance to fully test them. I focused, activating the Eye of Chaos and my Analysis Ability to scrutinize how Eldric was using his energy.

Immediately, I noticed pulsating streams of mana within him, concentrating with each attack. His movements were incredibly precise, yet he favored short, intense strikes—a sign of their high magical cost. If I played this right, his energy would deplete quickly.

The first exchange of blows was lightning-fast—I dodged, leaped, and balanced on the edge of his attacks, allowing my body to instinctively adjust to this newfound strength and agility. Eldric attacked with fluid, almost dance-like motions; his strikes were brief but remarkably precise. In one moment, he feinted to the left, then lunged forward, delivering a swift blow with a hand encircled by a greenish aura.

I barely managed to sidestep, feeling the chill of his magic brush past my skin by mere millimeters. Another attack followed—a spiraling motion of his hand, almost like a whip of energy. I jumped to the side, and the ground beneath my feet exploded under the force of his strike. I could sense my instincts syncing with the pace of the fight as my body began to react more swiftly.

A smile crept across my face. I was faster than during my last fight with the Gate Boss.

"Is running the only thing you can do?" Eldric taunted, pausing for a moment. "I thought the Lord of Chaos was supposed to have a bit more courage."

"Or maybe I'm just giving you a head start?" I shot back with a slight raise of my eyebrow, never taking my eyes off him. "Besides, if I'm always running, then why haven't you hit me even once? Perhaps you need me to buy you some glasses? Although, honestly, I'm not sure anything could help such severe poor eyesight."

His face changed instantly. The playful smile vanished, replaced by a grimace of fury. In an instant, his energy exploded around him, and a powerful wave of magic tore through the air.

I gritted my teeth as I noticed something shifting in his aura. It was no longer just offensive magic—something deeper began to emanate from his body, as if he had activated a new ability. Chaos and the energy of nature intertwined around him in an unsettling dance.

"That's enough of these games," he snarled, clenching his fists. "I'll show you what the power of nature is truly capable of."