Further away, in the staggered rock crevices, grow Fire Crown Trees with their branches quietly burning with pale flas. Through their semi-transparent, crystallized trunks, one can clearly see a network continuously transporting fiery red magma...
Ronan walked beneath the giant, blazing bones of an unknown beast.
The scene before him gave him a contradictory feeling of desolate anxiety yet teeming with vibrant life.
"Many things here hold considerable value for a Dawn Rank Wizard; you might want to collect so..."
Alazan gently reminded him.
Ronan’s fingers twitched slightly, and with a light hum, titanium extended from his magic robe’s sleeve, transforming into countless golden threads that burrowed into the ground below.
Ronan attempted to let the titanium absorb the Magic Magnetic Gold from the Rock Crystals. As it turned out, it was possible, but the amount of Magic Magnetic Gold contained within the surface Rock Crystals was too low. If he wanted the titanium to possess so properties of Magic Magnetic Gold, he would need to spend a long ti here, and for now, it’s better than nothing.
Over the long years, the environnt within the Realm of Departing Fire had drastically diverged from Alazan’s mories.
Alazan needed to recall and recognize while guiding Ronan.
Fortunately, Ronan had a Golden Stone Tablet with a record of the Dwarf civilization "Songlin’s Hamr" of the chanical Heart, which, combined, stopped him from rushing around like a headless fly.
"Woosh—"
The intermittent hot wind within the Realm of Departing Fire carried a strange buzzing like the wailing of ancient beasts.
Ronan climbed onto a giant rock covered in fla moss and noticed, quite a distance away in his field of vision, a huge, black-red spherical structure suspended in mid-air, tightly bound by ancient chains.
The surface of that spherical structure was filled with dense circular holes, like a giant, strange beehive.
Of course, those holes were only relative to the entire sphere; compared to Ronan, they were still unimaginably large.
"Wizard O’Brien’s breeding ground for Fla Demons back then..."
Ronan listened to Alazan’s low murmur and took out the Golden Stone Tablet to examine it closely, but found no similar markings on the map.
He furrowed his brows slightly, pondering before deciding to go over and take a look.
With the fall of Fire Wizard O’Brien, many fire magical pets and magical beasts he reared in his "pasture" had all escaped and perished.
So far, Ronan had not encountered any hostile creatures in the Realm of Departing Fire that posed a threat to him.
It truly seed as Alazan said, as long as one was careful not to fall into those fla crevices containing Magic Magnetic Power and Rune of Light, there was not much danger...
"Whoosh—"
Just then, a blinding streak of fire suddenly zipped across the sky, heading straight for Ronan.
Ronan’s eyes flickered; he raised his hand slightly, and the golden titanium resonated, forming a large semi-circular tallic barrier in front of him.
The fierce firelight, just before approaching, suddenly halted, turning into a shower of brilliant sparks cascading down, and a delicate, sprightly figure of a girl erged from the flas.
Her skin was like condensed cream, features as picturesque as a painting, with rose pink long hair braided down to her waist. She wore a red magic robe embroidered with fla flowers and pretty feathered golden edges, holding a delicate lady’s staff, appearing lively in front of Ronan.
"Molli’er..."
Upon seeing the girl for the first ti, Ronan was slightly dazed and then slowly withdrew the extended titanium, his gaze suddenly dropping.
"What?"
The girl frowned at Ronan’s expression, speaking a little fiercely, "Are you unhappy to see ?"
"No."
Ronan shook his head.
However, before his eyes once again appeared the mory of the constantly flickering orange fireplace flas he had seen in Prophet Eve’s room, and he heard the crisp crackling of dry wood burning in the flas.
In Ronan’s lowered eyes, there was a mont of bewildernt and confusion.
But soon, he raised his head again.
"Long ti no see, Molli’er."
He greeted the girl calmly.
...
On the high platform forged from black crystal, the long table was covered with a layer of snow-white bone powder.
A youth clad in splendid robes stood by the table, gently stirring the bone powder with an oak branch adorned with lush green leaves.
Underneath the bone powder seed to be many small, black-colored insects, which scread and scurried out of the bone powder when brushed by the youth’s oak branch, then spontaneously combusted without fire, turning to void and dying completely.
A few strands of hair, tinged with gold and orange-red, slipped down the youth’s handso face. His focus on what he was doing was so noble and graceful that it surpassed any royal family aristocrat in the world.
A simple-looking boy dressed in black stood respectfully behind the youth, attending to him like an attendant.
"Abu."
The youth in splendid robes suddenly spoke, his magnetic voice more captivating than a nightingale’s song.
"Where’s Molli’er?"
He stopped using the oak branch to stir the bone powder and turned to look at the black-clad boy behind him.
A boy nad Abu scratched his head and replied quickly, "Soone used the ’Ryan Curse’ to open the door, and Miss Molli’er rushed to check it out at once.
Robner went with her..."
"Does anyone still know the ’Ryan Curse’ these days?"
The youth in the ornate robe looked up and muttered to himself, then suddenly changed the subject: "Have you made any progress on the task I gave you before?"
"You know, Miss Molli’er never lets anyone into that place, not even you. She always treats it as her private chamber..."
Upon hearing the youth’s question, the black-clad boy showed a face filled with distress.
"You should use your brain more and think of a way."
The youth shook his head.
The boy in black looked helpless but nodded his head anyway.
Just as the youth was about to say sothing more, suddenly at that mont.
"Crack—"
A sound, like sothing quietly shattering, resounded clearly in the silent space.
The two who were speaking had their attention drawn toward it.
In a dark place, an enormous arched Light Gate naturally opened, and within the intense spatial fluctuation, countless white lights shone out.
A figure appeared in the white light, entirely wrapped in layers of thick white robes intricately entwined, with a peculiarly shaped helt on their head, like it grew two square, flat bull horns. The helt and horns were densely engraved with golden runes.
"Waliz."
A deep, rich male voice erged from beneath the Platinum Bull Horn Helt.
"It’s you?!"
The youth in the ornate robe looked at the white-robed figure standing in the Light Gate, blinking as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.
"How long has it been since you last thought of ?"
The young man laughed, as if seeing an old friend after many years, and eagerly walked toward the white-robed figure.
"You are as impetuous as ever. I recall teaching you manners more than once, yet even now you still don’t know how to knock..."
The white-robed figure remained silent, unmoving.
The atmosphere gradually beca subtle.
The echoing laughter in the spacious area ceased. The youth’s steps halted, as he squinted his eyes and began to notice the few other figures slowly erging from behind the white-robed person.
"You’ve brought new friends along. Friends who, like you, don’t know they should knock before visiting."
The smile on the young man’s face slowly faded, his gaze gradually shifting towards the white-robed figure, "Isn’t that right, Little Ao’en."
"Waliz."
The white-robed figure slightly lowered their head, as if sighing, calling out the young man’s na once more.
"Hoo—"
The young man lightly exhaled, his handso face revealing traces of nostalgia and sorrow.
"I still rember what you looked like when I first t you, so small back then...."
He shook his head, and strands of golden-red flas slithered from his body like serpents, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the entire space densely.
"Abu. Go find Robner."
The young man spoke softly, "You and he should both know what to do?"
The black-clad boy, who had been foolishly watching from behind, woke up as if from a dream, shivered, nodded quickly, and then suddenly took sothing out from his pocket. After drawing lightly in the void before him, his whole body turned into a black bird and darted into it with a "poof" and disappeared without a trace.
Noticing the boy’s aura had completely vanished, the young man finally began walking calmly, step by step, towards the Light Gate.
The green olive branch in his hand gradually stripped away, and golden-red flas surged upward. Under the flas, a long staff forged of gray Dragon Bone and golden feathers erged.
"Just stand right there."
The young man gently wielded the staff in his hand, drawing a brilliant ring of fireworks in the void.
His posture elegant, his expression arrogant, like an ancient and noble aristocrat inherited through the ages.
He remained calm in deanor, speaking softly.
"You vermin... don’t dirty my carpet."
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