Chapter 559: Hit You? You're Not Worth It!

The tower's neon lights flickered, cycling through all seven colors. They could even scroll text across the entire structure, though it usually played public-service ads. Most of the people in the square had their heads tilted back, marveling at the colossal tower. Sophie Lowell and Lyra ducked under an ornamental tree to rest. After nearly an hour of jumping and dancing, a fine sheen of sweat beaded their skin. Especially Sophie-tiny droplets clung to her fair forehead and delicate nose, making...