Chapters (122)
- Tower Climber
- Jakob Tanner
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“We’re saved! The climber president has unleashed his ultimate power!”
Max took in the ferocious-looking werewolf. That thing was the climber president? Turning into a beastly werewolf must have been the president’s trait and a deadly one at that. They needed reinforcements and a monstrous werewolf was exactly what they needed. What better way to take out a group of monsters with a monster of your own? Fight fire with fire.
The werewolf smashed at the stands, attacking actual citizens.
The citizens were able to dodge the werewolf’s moves, but they were in shock.
“But—aren’t you here to save us?”
The werewolf let out a massive roar.
Was the climber president not on their side? Was he working with the Archer family?
No. Max didn’t believe it. Something was very wrong with the climber president. He was being controlled somehow.
The werewolf crouched down before making a huge leap into the air, going over the arena walls, and disappearing.
A moment later, a giant gargoyle flew over the walls of the arena, towards the smashed observation box that the climber president had emerged from.
The gargoyle bowed in front of the broken glass. Next, Samuel Archer stepped out from the destroyed window and onto the gargoyle’s back. The monster then flew out to the center of the arena.
The man was lording over the destruction of his making
Max gritted his teeth as he looked up at the A-ranked climber with disgust. He’d never had a good feeling about the man and now it was all coming to the surface. The man wanted to destroy this city, this place they all called home.
For most of his life, Max had never felt like he had really belonged anywhere. Sakura and Casey flashed through his mind. There was something about the tower-zone though. He’d started to hope more, be more optimistic. Zestiris—for all of its problems—was still his home, where he had grown up, the place that had shaped him into who he was. He wasn’t going to let someone destroy it for their own nefarious purposes. Screw that.
He needed to come up with a plan.
At that very moment, Casey rushed out from one of the arena tunnels.
“Max!” she screamed. “Are you okay?”
Toto’s eyes were equally wide with concern.
“The Archer’s are trying to take over the city,” said Max.
“What are we going to do?”
Max looked around. It was chaos in all directions.
Other than his first night in the tower-zone, he’d not taken part in a monster wave, so he wasn’t really sure what the procedures were, but he imagined plenty of citizens across the city would need help, taking out whatever gargoyles or other demonic creatures that had started rampaging across the streets.