The High Tower was supposed to be a myth, a legend amongst the knights. Those who told the tale would whisper to the rookie soldiers and wannabe knights that if they fought one hundred battles and were victorious, they would set off on an adventure to the rocky mountains.

There, if deemed worthy, they would find The High Tower, where a witch supposedly kept the most ravishing treasures of all time. If they reached the top, the witch would reward them with a wish of whatever they desired. Becoming a king of the mountains or possessing a large amount of gold, whatever the worthy one wanted, they would get it.

All one had to do was climb The High Tower, where the only entryway was a single balcony at the top.

"What a load of crap." Guts grunted as he forced his right hand to grab the wooden plank underneath the balcony. It creaked when his full body weight dangled off of the tower, echoing through the cloudy cold air.

Guts had also heard of this tale back at the Band of the Falcon, passed between the drunken men when they would sit around the campfire. Before the Eclipse, he would have laughed away at such a stupid tale. Either roll his eyes or just wander off to be left alone.

But on his mission to defeat all of the Inhumans, he had to seek out the Witch of the High Tower. After all, if legends were true, they could grant him a wish. Or he could destroy them if it turned out to be a ruse.

Now the infamous Black Swordsman landed on the balcony, swinging his feet over the stony rail as he stepped on the cobblestone floor. There, right in front of him, was a wooden door, barely hanging onto the rusty nails that kept it attached to the wall.

But whatever was on the other side of the door, Guts could sense darkness. Black magic, from the chills in the air, as he pulled the black sword from its black leather sheath. With the other hand grabbing the rusty doorknob, he swung it right open, coming face to face with the supposed Witch of the High Tower.