Fifty meters beneath the Shadow Moon Tower.
A dark vortex in the center of the altar spun slowly, emitting a dread-inducing Abyssal Aura.
Ian's main body sat cross-legged before the altar, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing long and steady.
Gaga hadn't come down this time and was probably upstairs playing with the fruitlings or visiting neighbors.
In the Wizard World, only a little over two months had passed.
But for Ian, who experienced the difference in the flow of time between two worlds, over four years had already passed for his projection.
Suddenly!
His whole body shook violently, and his eyes flew open.
Deep within his pupils, a speck of golden light exploded, transforming into countless fine silver threads that frantically spread, intertwined, and reorganized…
"This is..."
A look of pleasant surprise appeared in Ian's eyes, and his voice held a trace of shock.
A tidal wave of information flooded his Sea of Spirit.
