Truth

When he had first entered the ruin, Punk had found it hard to understand why it had been deliberately made so strange. It was clearly the home of a Morningstar Mage, yet it had been intentionally disguised as an ordinary Mage Tower. It was clearly guarded by golems like the Osseus Demon Ball, which were best suited for dealing with enemies inside a Mage Tower, yet only a single Repair Demon Ball was still able to move.

Overall, this strange Morningstar ruin had always given off a peculiar impression of being strong in appearance but weak within, and the emptiness of its sole passage further proved that feeling correct.

Hollows dotted the walls one after another, but the golems that should have been slumbering inside them, waiting to confront intruders, had all vanished.

However, after confirming that every golem that should have been there had disappeared without a trace, the caster wore an odd expression and silently sighed in his heart:

So that was it. I should have thought of this sooner... It seems the owner of this ruin was not planning some unimaginable conspiracy. He must have answered the call of the Legendary army and gone to war during Netheril's late period!

Relaxing his tightly furrowed brow, the Legendary Mage felt his state of mind lighten considerably after realizing this most logical truth.

Punk knew that during the later years of the Netheril era, after the entire civilization's resources and reserves had been exhausted, the Archmage Council had, unsurprisingly, begun calling on all casters with even a little wealth to bring out the alchemical armaments guarding their Mage Towers and send them to war. After all, even Legendary spellcasters needed powerful "meat shields" to protect them if they wanted to serve as wildly destructive artillery platforms in battle. Once