Another week crawled by with frustrating stillness.
Fenrir kept a constant eye on system announcements, news bulletins, dungeon feeds—anything that might signal a shift in the Echoes of the Tower quest.
But there was nothing. No whispers. No sudden dings of system prompts. Not even so much as a misleading rumor.
Even the loud-mouthed theorists and self-proclaimed Tower experts online had gone quiet.
For Fenrir, it was unbearable.
He leaned back in his lab chair, tossing a half-completed potion formula aside in annoyance.
He had just finished brewing his latest batch of recovery and enhancement potions, all packaged and ready for Legion to pick up. It should've felt satisfying. It didn't.
This limbo—it scraped at him. Each silent day felt like a delay against his very soul.
He glanced at the screen. Still nothing.
Fenrir let out a long sigh, rubbing at his temples.
"This is pointless. If the system won't move things forward, I'll just have to do it myself."
