Atop the High Tower of Babel, the Lord of Light sat upon his gilded throne. Righteous and powerful was he, forever confident in his rule over his kingdom. No one dared oppose him, yet they did not fear approaching him. He was a gracious king, after all.

The massive golden doors that lead into his throne room were still shut. Nebuchadnezzar waited patiently for a visitor to appear. After all, someone always needed something from The Walking Sun... it wouldn't be long now.