The night rain fell in torrents.
In the ink-dark dusk, the lights of the distant city blurred like washes of ink. Vehicles on the streets swept past like scattered fireflies, vanishing at the end of the road.
In weather like this, even pedestrians hurried along, seemingly unwilling to linger in the rain.
Perhaps only residents such as murlocs and Elemental Life would gladly bathe in the rain filling the sky, enjoying the dense power of water elements.
Some underground hall.
The entire hall was rather spacious. At its center stood a high platform piled from countless Origin Crystals, its surface engraved with innumerable profound Magic Inscriptions.
Wang Gulas stood to one side, seemingly waiting for something.
Then the platform changed. As magic power flowed into it, the Magic Inscriptions lit up one after another, rapidly drawing upon the ambient magic power and that stored within the Origin Crystals.
The Magic Formations activated.
Wang Gulas was unsurprised by this and continued waiting quietly.
The space above the platform gradually changed, as though wrinkles had formed in it, or as though it had become like the surface of water.
The next instant, a hand completely wrapped in white bandages reached through, tearing open a black rift in space. A figure clad in loose black robes stepped out from within.
The portions of the body occasionally revealed were likewise faintly wrapped in white bandages, and even the face was completely concealed.
"Hey, coming over this late at night—Elizabeth, don't you need to sleep?"
Wang Gulas yawned. It was already quite late.
"I do not require sleep." Elizabeth slowly walked down from the platform, merely casting him an indifferent glance.
"Uh, right, I suppose." Wang Gulas was briefly embarrassed, but quickly cast those thoughts aside. "So what did you come here for?"
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