A Necromancer's Guide to Clearing a Game Like Tower

"I don’t need proof to know what—"

"Sit down," his father said again, and this time the words carried weight that stopped the first son mid-sentence.

He sat, but his body stayed rigid and his hands stayed clenched in his lap.

His father looked at him for a moment before speaking more slowly. "We don’t have proof, and we don’t have Derek. What we have is a public event where TRB officials, guild leaders, investors, and press will all be watching the Ganner family. The ball is not the place to lose control. It is the place to make James lose control."

The first son’s jaw tightened further, but he stayed quiet.

Adrian spoke from the corner of the room where he had been standing with his back against the wall the entire time while reading through the final guest list on a tablet.

"Which TRB officials confirmed attendance?" he asked without looking up.

His father named three.

Adrian nodded once while scrolling. "And the press section—will they have clear line of sight to the family seating area?"

"Yes. They always do."

"Good." Adrian set the tablet down before asking his next question. "Where is James placed on the seating chart?"

"Family guest section. Beside his mother."

Adrian thought about that while his eyes moved over the room as if he was already standing in it, mapping distances and angles that nobody else in the conversation was thinking about yet. "Which international buyers are sitting close enough to witness any direct exchange between James and the family?"

His father told him.

Adrian nodded again without any visible excitement. He did not look angry like his brother. He did not look eager for revenge. He looked like someone who had just received useful information and was now filing it away for later.

Their father looked between both sons before speaking. "The first son is visible at this event. James will expect attention from him and will prepare for it. That is fine. What James will not prepare for is the room itself."

He looked at Adrian. "Nothing happens before the right moment. Nothing."

Adrian said nothing, which was agreement enough.

James received the envelope two days later at home.

It arrived with the morning post among bills and takeaway menus, but the envelope looked different from everything else because it was a heavy cream color with the Ganner Corp crest embossed in the top left corner and his name written across the front in careful formal lettering.

His mother was in the kitchen when James brought it in and set it on the table. She saw the crest before James had even touched the flap and her expression changed while she put down her mug.

James opened it and read through the invitation without sitting down.

The Ganner Corp Annual Merchant and Arms Ball. Formal dress. Venue in the city center. Guest list including guild representatives, TRB officials, investors, international contractors, and company family.

His name was listed under honored family guests.

His mother’s name was beneath his.

James set the card down on the table.

His mother picked it up and read it again with her eyes moving slowly across the text. She set it back down without saying anything immediately.

The invitation was polished enough that someone outside the family would read it as genuine reconciliation. James and his mother were being welcomed back to a family table at a public event attended by TRB officials and guild leaders. It looked like goodwill.

James understood immediately what it actually was.

"You don’t have to come," he told his mother.

She looked up from the invitation. "I know."

A short silence passed between them before she spoke again. "My name is on it too. If you’re going, I’m going."

She did not say it with drama or a speech about what the Ganner name meant. She said it because it was a family event, her name had been included alongside her son’s, and she was not the kind of woman who sent her son into rooms like that alone.

James read the invitation one more time before setting it face-down on the table.

James accepted the invitation that evening through the formal response method the letter had specified.

He understood the event was not safe, but refusing it gave Ganner Corp a clean story to tell the room about reconciliation attempted and rejected. Attending gave James a chance to see who was in the room, which TRB officials had confirmed, which guild leaders would be present, and what exactly the Ganners were building toward by choosing this particular stage.

He did not plan to attack first or respond to every insult the night threw at him. He planned to watch the room.

His mother confirmed she would attend and spent the evening looking through her wardrobe without saying much about it.

James left the accepted invitation on the kitchen table for a while after sending the confirmation through. The ball was public enough that it was not a simple ambush, but personal enough that it was bait, and James was walking into it because refusing was not a real option and he needed to understand what came next.

Back at Ganner Corp, the final guest list was approved and printed.

TRB officials confirmed. Guild leaders confirmed. Foreign buyers and international contractors confirmed. Ganner executives confirmed. Family guests confirmed.

James Ganner was listed under the family section on the third line.

His mother’s name appeared beneath his.

The uncle approved the final arrangement and sent the seating chart to his event coordinator.

The first son stood in the room while the final list was being reviewed and stared at James’s name. He was not reading anything else on the list because James’s name was the only thing that mattered to him. The ball was the beginning of something, and he had been waiting for a beginning.

Adrian stood nearby with the list in his hands and read it fully while his eyes moved line by line across every name, every confirmed guild, every TRB official, every international buyer. He was not looking at James’s name only. He was looking at the whole room, the geometry of the guest list, and the possibilities it contained if James reacted the wrong way at the wrong moment.

The Ganners did not need James to accept them.

They only needed him to walk into a room where everyone could watch what happened next.