This feeling of allowing someone to inspect his injuries was not pleasant, Urian felt an intense shame as if he were stripped naked for public viewing.
But this was one of the rules that everyone qualified to tread the Mist had to abide by.
Unless there comes a day when he can become the rule-maker, replacing the one and only person seated on the throne.
"These spell traces..."
A voice came from one side of the mist, attracting the attention of many, including Urian himself.
The voice came from a tall figure at the edge of the white mist, who seemed to be wearing a high, round hat on their head.
The person with the hat hesitated briefly, then quickly spoke some descriptive words to Urian. Latest content published on novel_fіre.net
During the other party’s explanation, Urian’s eyes flickered continuously. After the person finished speaking, he nodded, "Yes, that’s him."
"Zig, do you know this Spirit Lake Wizard who defeated Urian?"
The magnificent figure on the throne inquired.
The figure in the hat named Zig bowed, then nodded, "I encountered him once before when I entered the Silent Corridor, and he left me with some rather unpleasant memories... back then."
The person with the hat paused for a moment, looking in Urian’s direction, and said, "He was merely at Level 4."
Urian heard the sarcastic tone in the other’s words, pursed his lips, and lowered his gaze without responding.
The person who cut off his arm was only Level 4 at the time, forcing him into a hasty retreat, along with two other Level 5 Wizards and six Level 4 Wizards under his command.
But he wouldn’t say anything.
Too ashamed to speak, and not knowing how to begin.
As a genius core member of the Witch Heart Hall at Level 5, leading a group of followers, yet being beaten and reduced to a stray dog by a Level 4 Spirit Lake Wizard as if cutting vegetables?
That person has already entered the Oasis, and sooner or later, they will meet the people present here; by then these guys will know just how monstrous he is and how the wounds came to be.
The magnificent figure on the throne slowly spoke, "I have heard this name before, rumored to be just a useless fool..."
The calm words drew mocking glances from some in the white mist, burning hot like branding irons on Urian’s face.
Urian lowered his head, saying nothing, until the voice finished, "...Alright, everyone remembers this name.
Besides Casimodo and Carnel, Spirit Lake has another person worth our attention.
Thank Urian for sharing the information..."
Harsh applause sounded from within the white mist, the magnificent figure on the throne slowly retreated, the mist swirling, and the figures of the others gradually disappeared.
Urian, who had endured immense physical and mental pressure throughout, relaxed slightly, just about to exit the mist, when suddenly something flew out quickly from the mist on the side, with a "slap," landed at Urian’s feet, and rolled a few times.
Startled, Urian looked closely and found it was a First Rank Healing Potion.
His eyes turned red, and he looked up sharply in the direction the potion came from, roaring, "Dias!"
Behind the gradually receding white mist, a burly figure laughed disdainfully, and then disappeared amidst Urian’s fiery gaze.
"Urian, that stupid waste! Haha..."
Inside the dilapidated waterway ruins, among a group of Black Robed Wizards from the Witch Heart Hall, a sturdy man with a pale face covered with many sharp spikes put away a crystal ball and laughed heartily.
The laughter echoed far away, attracting some wandering monsters, but before they got close, they were quickly blasted to bits by spells summoned by the surrounding Witch Heart Wizards.
The man covered in spikes, whose face appeared bizarre and fierce, continued to laugh, tears almost coming out.
Until a large group of black bats flapped their wings and quickly flew back from afar, landing in the hands of a Level 5 Wizard from the Witch Heart Hall, who swiftly stepped to the spiky man’s side, whispered a few words, and the man finally stopped laughing.
"Spirit Lake Wizard? And a member of the Deep Sea Faction?"
Diaz, bald and spiked-faced, displayed a peculiar expression after listening to the report from the subordinate wizard.
"What a coincidence?"
His eyes glistened, reached out a hand, and rubbed his chin hard; after a moment, he grinned wickedly and said, "Let’s go have a look.
See if they are indeed the same group of people."
Water dripped lightly into murky puddles in the damp rock crevices, splashing tiny water splashes.
The sound of footsteps moved from distant to near, each person holding a magic wand or magic tool emitting light that drove away the decay and darkness within the waterway from afar.
"This so-called Forgotten Land, Ancient Waterway Ruins... doesn’t look as terrifying as the rumors say.."
In the group, a handsome young wizard dressed in a deep blue magic robe let out a deliberately casual laugh, attempting to break the slightly tense atmosphere within the group.
The surrounding people responded one after another, some even deliberately sang loudly, showing no signs of fear or nervousness.
These individuals appeared quite young from their looks, each with a strength above Level 4 Late Stage, giving them a reason to be proud.
Only the two slightly older, Level 5 blue-robed wizards couldn’t help but frown at the deliberate laughter and chatter, but when they glanced at the stunning young man with blue-gold gradient short hair, beautifully positioned at the center of the group, smiling faintly, the words of advice came to the lips but ultimately transformed into helplessness, concealed by a shake of the head.