When Jazz awoke, the first thing he noticed was the cold, damp air of a prison cell. Heavy iron bars loomed before him, the dim torchlight barely illuminating the faces of his fellow captives. His body ached, his magic reserves drained.

Beyond the bars, Raven stood, his sharp gaze locked onto Jazz. A mixture of amusement and something far more dangerous flickered in his eyes.

"So, this is the only one I got," Raven mused, a smirk playing on his lips. "A First-Class Mage. Jazz, the descendant of Aglias."

From the darkness, a regal voice interrupted. The Queen herself emerged, her presence commanding. She studied Jazz with an air of quiet intrigue before turning to Raven. "Well, Raven… he does bear a resemblance to your Aglias."

She then gestured to her attendants. "Let them rest. Soon, they shall be prepared for the Providence War."

The heavy cell doors slammed shut, sealing their fate.

Raven's Revelation

Later, as the torches flickered against the damp stone walls, Raven approached Jazz's cell. His voice was low, almost casual, yet weighted with something far more sinister.

"You must be wondering why you're here," he said, leaning against the iron bars. "The answer is simple—the Providence War."

Jazz's brow furrowed. "The what?"

"The Queen has declared war on the Heaven Floor of the Tower," Raven explained. "And you, Jazz, play a very special role in this conflict."

Jazz narrowed his eyes. "Why me?"

A chuckle escaped Raven's lips. "Because of your lineage. You are the descendant of Aglias—the one who changed everything." His smirk faded, his expression darkening. "My brother… he married Aglias. And your great-grandfather… he chose her over the Queen."

Jazz felt a cold chill run through his veins. The weight of his ancestry suddenly felt like a curse rather than a legacy.

Ford and Prius' Decision

Back on the lower floors, Ford and Prius sat in uneasy silence.

Ford clenched his fists. "Why don't they want us to tell everyone what happened on the 20th floor?"

Prius sighed. "Because it would cause chaos."

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Ford shook his head. "I already told Audi that Jazz is gone… but he's too weak right now. We can't wait for him, Prius."

He glanced toward the horizon, determination burning in his eyes. "Hanzo told me they're planning to take revenge for Patty. If we want to find Jazz, we need to go with them."

Prius nodded. "I agree."

With their minds set, they made their way to the Continental Clan's base. When they arrived, the air in the room tensed as the two stepped forward.

Ford's voice was steady as he spoke. "Where's John?"

Adam, the Vice Leader of Continental, regarded them with curiosity. "He's in a meeting with Uno."

A heavy silence followed before Ford took a deep breath. "We're quitting."

A murmur spread through the gathered members, disbelief rippling through the room.

Adam's expression hardened. "Can't you at least wait for John?"

Prius crossed his arms. "We're joining the Bloodhounds."

The room fell silent. The shift in alliances was a declaration of war in itself.

Ford's eyes burned with conviction. "Hanzo is with us. Together, we'll take revenge for Patty… and we'll find Jazz."

Without another word, they turned and left—but just as they reached the doorstep of the Bloodhounds' base, a figure blocked their path.

John, the leader of Continental—the infamous 'Bomber of the Continental'—stood before them, his gaze unreadable.

The Offer They Couldn't Accept

John crossed his arms. "You two are making a mistake."

Ford's jaw tightened. "We're doing what needs to be done."

John exhaled sharply. "I need you both. Not just because you're skilled warriors, but because of your royal blood."

Prius frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"

John's gaze was unwavering. "Because only those of royal blood can face what's coming."

Ford and Prius exchanged glances before shaking their heads.

"We're not coming back," Ford said firmly.

John's expression darkened. "If you win… you get Jazz back."

The weight of his words settled over them like a storm cloud.

Uno and John's Meeting

Meanwhile, deep within the Tower of Greatness, Uno sat across from John at the grand Clan Table. The room was dimly lit, the weight of the conversation pressing against them.

Uno leaned forward, his voice grave. "I encountered a dragon."

John arched a brow. "A dragon?"

Uno shook his head. "Not just any dragon. There was something… different about it. It reminded me of the legends—the ones about the Zombie Extermination."

John's expression darkened.

Uno continued. "We need to prepare an army. And you, John, you're a demi-angel. You're stronger than I am. I need you to gather every demi-adventurer you can find. We must train them for war."

John closed his eyes for a moment before nodding. "Understood."

The war was coming.

And none of them were ready for what lay ahead.

Uno then added, his tone carrying finality, "Your Clan, Continental—a faction that held dominion over lands and politics. Most of your adventurers are of royal blood… and many of them carry the lineage of Aglias."

We still have a week, before we upon again the Tower of Greatness. so we better. be ready