The body of the Six-Ring Tower is not constructed from any known building materials. It sometimes appears as a translucent silver-blue crystal, and at other times flows like liquid, resembling a living light fog. Only the outlines of the twelve giant crystal windows at the top of the tower remain clearly discernible.
Legend has it that Master Albert resides in the quiet chamber at the top of the tower, overlooking the tidal surges of the Wizard Plane through those crystal windows.
No one spoke.
Even Morris, who was usually silent, had half his body emerging from the shadows. For the first time, there was a focal point in his hollow eye sockets—an extreme, almost greedy gaze that showed neither fear nor awe.
"Everyone."
Raymond's voice came from up front. It wasn't loud, but it penetrated every cabin and corridor with clarity.
