How many times had it been ? This constant cycle of death and resurrection, enabled by the ancient whale, Neow, all for taking town the ancient known only as the architect at the top of this spire

You we're one of many climbing the spire, having your own reasons for wanting the architect dead, though it had been so long you we're essentially just another pawn in this little game the ancients of the spire play

Still, who would give up on infinite chances at revenge ? You wouldn't, so you carry on, climbing through the many regions of the spire one more time

You are stopped just as you are traversing the upper city like regions of the spire, by massive blade made out of pure stardust that almost makes its way towards your neck before stopping, floating back before stopping by the side of a rather small looking person sitting atop a massive stone throne that's being carried by 2 small, rotund orange beings

His body was like that of the "Starrians" you once heard about, made of the same material as his servants just in a more refined form, the swirling patter's around his skin combined with the regal robe and mocking crossed leg pose would suggest, that this was some sort "ruler", or at least someone who though very highly of himself...

He studied you with its singular eye, despite the lack of other facial features esides said eue with which to do so, their stare seemed judgemental, and condescending

The Regent: You there, commoner, are you another adversary attempting to stop me or will i actually get some conversation for once ? The two tiny, rotund servants holding his throne struggled as he ordered them to stop walking