M.I.L.A.
It was a name that only appeared in the later stages of the game. And a name that changed everything forever.
Or rather… It was a name that never truly appeared at all.
No one had ever seen her face. No one knew her identity. There were no recordings, no interviews, no confirmed traces of her existence beyond a scattered collection of documents.
The reason for that was because by the time her name surfaced, she was already dead.
All that remained were her notes.
Among them, there was a single, almost mundane detail: a brief mention of her twenty-second birthday. That alone allowed people to estimate her age at the time she had written them.
But those same notes contained something far beyond human capability. The impossible translation of the Arcane Language.
The Tower, a structure that had appeared out of nowhere, rising into the sky as if it had always belonged to the world, held countless mysteries.
