Foreboding Situation

With a yawn, Isolde stretched beneath the warm embrace of her cozy blankets, her tousled hair catching the soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.

From a long night of restless grappling solutions for her problem,she decided that there is only one solution that seems feasible at the moment.

white has many many expertise in the art of swordsmanship,however he is also infamous for having been an avid sorcerer, known for having successfully utilized dangerous rituals and spells.

Spells is a mysterious power that has existed from the very beginning of the Tower itself.It is considered to be a mystical power that has existed before Zahard  and his companions entered the Tower. Such power is governed by several laws. So far there are three known rules the user must abide by at the moment of using a spell.

First,the caster must not violate the rules of the spell once they are set.

Second,the caster must receive help from a powerful medium or divine being.

Third,the rank of a spell is determined by the power of the being or medium who helped with the spell.

Because of these rules, some spells can be broken or neutralized by a higher ranking spell. Thus, items such as the 13 Month Series are considered to be the "Ultimate Spell Item.

If Isolde wishes to utilize the power of spell she must have the assistance of someone of at least a high ranker rank.

"Sigh,it's time to meet an old friend of White it seems"Isolde muttered in resignation.With a sigh of frustration, she stopped overwork her mind and decided to take a break."hey! you there,go fetch some chalk and put it inside my room"She casually ordered a passing servant.

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The air within the opulent halls of the Arie palace held a delicate scent of blossoming flowers, intermingling with the soft melodies of distant wind chimes. Sunlight poured through intricate stained glass windows, casting a tapestry of colors onto the marble floors.

In a chamber adorned with intricate murals depicting battles of old,Isolde Arie stood before a grand mirror,as she gazed upon the reflection of a petite and stoic girl that stared back at her, a realization dawning that this was the face she presented to the world.

Isolde's golden eyes held an intensity that belied her serene demeanor. Her pale-white hair, adorned with delicate silver pins, cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that bore the timeless beauty of her lineage.

Isolde carefully drew an intricate spells circle around her bed using the chalk brought by the servant and set up a common altar with only one candle to represent herself.Then she slit her hand and let her blood drip onto the circle without any hesitation.She immediately proceeded to imagine the accurate description of the being she wanted to summon and chant incantations regarding the being.

"The ancient demon that wanders about the dreamworld unchallenged, the higher-dimensional creature that wields unimaginable power, the demon that once contracted with Hoaqin"

Even after Isolde finished her incantations nothing seems to change in her room,yet Isolde was not disheartened by her failure and climbed on the bed atop the spells circle.She already created a bridge of contact with the being,all that is left is for the being to reach out to her.Isolde lays quietly in the comforts of her bed as she contemplated to herself.

As a member of the Arie family, she was trained in the art of the sword and shinsu manipulation from a tender age. Yet, her heart yearned for more than just mastering the family's traditions.

She yearned for a talent that belongs to her,Isolde's heart secretly craved for a talent that would bloom beyond the confines of her bloodline and memories, like a wildflower reaching for the distant stars.Everything about her seems to screams imitation to her.From her swordsmanship and talent to her flesh,all of it are not hers accomplishments.

"I will climb the tower to search for something I can proudly claim as mine"Isolde muttered to herself."Once I have conquered the Tower under my feets, you will come to know... How great I truly am."Isolde whispers in a quiet voice as she falls asleep.