At the pinnacle of the Tower of Knowledge, upon its highest floor, the Soulpen Sovereign stood motionless by the window, his gaze fixed upon the unfolding spectacle below.
Neither intervening nor altering the course of events, he remained a silent observer, a cup of coffee cradled in his hand.
To him, the chaos below played out like a grand performance, an immersive drama viewed from the comfort of a private theater.
"Aren't we going to intervene?"
One of the Soulpen Sovereigns inquired, his gaze detached and unconcerned.
The assembly of Sovereigns, each presiding over a different floor of the Tower Of Knowledge, had convened upon the summit, drawn together for an unobstructed view of the unfolding events below.
"Our sole duty is to safeguard the Tower of Knowledge. Nothing beyond that"
Another responded, shaking his head with a quiet calmness.
