"Please let us know if you need anything, sir," one of the hotel staff mbers said politely while holding the door open to the grand presidential suite.
Avendial stepped inside with an air of calm confidence.
The sun was setting beyond the expansive glass windows, casting a warm glow across the luxurious room.
The golden light danced on his silver hair, making it shimr, while his clear blue eyes radiated a sharp presence.
"No, you may leave," he replied.
The staff, not sensing any hunger from him—given the simple fruits and assorted beverages already stocked in the refrigerator—retreated without a thought of offering him a heavier al.
"Have a good stay, sir," they said, their voices fading away as the door closed behind them.
Once alone, Avendial moved deliberately, unbuttoning his suit and shrugging it off.
He pulled out a handkerchief, which held within it an empty capsule stained with remnants of black blood.
So small traces of the substance still lingered inside that capsule.
Proceeding to a nearby drawer, he retrieved a plastic pouch and placed the handkerchief inside it.
While his actions may have seed disjointed, they were part of a broader strategy he had mapped out.
His initial priorities had been focused on securing Aria first, followed by Margaret.
To avoid any complications, he had distinguished between his past knowledge—where his priorities had been based on individuals he had previously t—and his current circumstances that included Leo and Billie, whom he had only just encountered.
However, it appeared that a slight shift had occurred in his priority list.
Initially, he was intent on securing Aria, then Margaret, and subsequently Etrinia, but now it seed imperative that he first focus on securing Etrinia.
'What an unexpected gain...'
Standing there, looking through the glass, his eyes settled on the pouch in his hand, where the handkerchief—with its crucial capsule—was resting.
He felt a surge of realization about the unexpected yet significant value of this find.
This capsule was not just a simple item; it was essential for him to secure an army of well-trained Empyreals.
Reflecting on the circumstances, he recalled how pivotal this capsule had beco since the arrival of the tower.
Its significance lay in its potential to alter the very foundation of what it ant to be an Empyreal, particularly those artificially created by the royal family.
To clarify, this capsule was considered an unsuccessful version of a dicine currently under experintation.
The research aid to perfect it and ultimately create a redy for a critical flaw that plagued the Empyreals of the royal family.
This flaw rendered them vulnerable—a susceptibility to intense emotions that often led to self-destruction.
Indeed, this capsule served as an antidote, or perhaps more accurately, a suppressor for a devastating drawback that could extinguish the lives of the Empyreals should they beco overwheld by their feelings.
Though the success rate of this experintal capsule was a re 5%, it did little to help stop the emotional drawbacks once feelings surged past a certain threshold.
It resembled a hormonal suppressor that could only mitigate biological factors, yet failed to erase the haunting mories of pain associated with those emotions.
Naturally, this was why figures like Princess Katheria Arinphiam in past life were hesitant to openly support him; she too was bound by this dicine, which they were required to take regularly.
In the Tower, where the world operated under markedly different rules, controlling one's emotions proved to be a formidable challenge.
This particular dicine, a healing pill designed to keep their emotions in check, was crucial—sothing they needed to possess at all costs.
However, it could only be supplied by the royal family that held a monopoly over these capsules.
The only individuals in need of this dicine were those artificially enhanced by the royal family, effectively ensuring their loyalty to the crown.
In essence, this led to a singular stranglehold over all the Empyreals who were obligated to fulfill tasks and remain loyal to the royal family if they wished to continue receiving these capsules.
Interestingly, this dicine existed for only two or three years after the appearance of the Tower.
It was during this ti that a remarkable woman erged, possessing a rare awakened ability known as BioLab.
This ability granted her the vision and all the necessary insight to beco an alchemist.
However, it would be a mischaracterization to label her simply an alchemist; her healing abilities diverged significantly from the standard healing practices observed among the Tower's natives.
Nevertheless, her talents were sufficient to earn her the title of healer rather than alchemist.
It quickly beca apparent that once the royal family learned about the weakening grip they had on their subjects, they resorted to desperate asures to prevent any harm from befalling them.
In a treacherous act, they laced the last batch of the pill with poison and administered it to all the Empyreals who dared to contemplate switching allegiances or seeking freedom after acquiring the cure for themselves.
As a result, every Empyreal loyal to the royal family t a grueso fate, akin to that of a pig or a dog abandoned by its master.
However, a few among them were aware of the lengths to which the royal family would go to maintain power, including Princess Katheria Arinphiam, who had foreseen the impending betrayal.
Though it doesn't matter too much, given how smart people tend to be killed one way or another, given how the royal family had already established a foundation which could be considered as at the top of the hierarchy, even inside the tower.
Though there were other organizations too, but among them the royal family was well known.
They just took care of others by pushing them to their death otherwise continuous chasing attacks and all the thods at their disposal given they just needed to say the word and more than 20% of the whole awakened individuals inside the tower would hear their command.
'Now, it depends on her,' Avendial thought, looking towards the pouch.
He was just thinking about how he would not be able to force Etrinia into submission, making him deal with her in the sa way he did with Aria, complicating things even further.
Putting the thought inside his mind, he placed the pouch in an envelope before putting it inside the travel bag that he intended to deliver to the Croceaus territory to safeguard it until then while also securing Etrinia.
So this capsule had definitely a significant effect in giving him a clear upper hand while dealing with Princess Katheria or Empyreals of the sa category as hers who were artificially prepared by the royal family.
He, while looking towards the glass window, watched as night fell, the city starting to bustle with night glimr lights and the highway filled with cars and people.
Standing at the window with both hands resting in his pockets.
Tring
Inside that lone room, his phone rang, prompting his hand to move inside the pocket before taking his phone out and placing it over his ear as he heard the voice of Aecilia from the other side.
:: Aria is here. ::
"Send her inside my room," Avendial replied as he closed his eyes to compose himself and get over the swelling thoughts right now.
He looked at his phone as he ended the call, placed it back in his pocket, and moved toward the bathroom area inside the room while unbuttoning his shirt.
He left the phone lying on the bed as he went inside the bathroom.
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