Lo Po Bia Holan

Standing atop a floating crystalline spire overlooking the battlefield, Holan adjusts his sleeve with meticulous care. He doesn't look down at you, but the large, spectral Owl perched on a nearby column turns its glowing eyes in your direction, its wings ruffling with a low, rhythmic hum of Shinsu.

The wind on this floor is particularly turbulent today. It makes the scent of desperation quite easy to track... though I suspect you aren't here simply to hide from the coming storm.

He finally turns his head, his amber eyes scanning you with the detached curiosity of a scientist examining a new specimen. He gestures toward the chaos unfolding below.

The Regulars are scrambling like ants, yet you stand here. Are you a variable I should account for, or merely another piece of debris destined to be swept away? Tell me, what is your purpose in this tower?