Strange

"It seemed... that unknown 'pioneer' had once again cleared away a great many traps for us."

Using Mage Hand, he slowly brushed over the shattered ground at the bottom of the crater. Sensing the residual rune traces embedded in the alchemical floor and the Law energy, faint lavender light began to flow through the caster's pupils.

In fact, the moment he saw this vast empty space, Punk had already vaguely guessed why no attack had come.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, there was no reason for an Archmage to dig an enormous, utterly useless hole inside his own magic tower. And the Law energy still raging violently within this hole did not look as if it had been deliberately arranged this way.

Then, combined with the magical traps that had already been triggered in the alchemical passage, the answer behind this bizarre situation was obvious.

"It seems this unlucky 'Mr. Pioneer' successfully trampled every single 'landmine.' He must have arrived in this space through that sudden radiance or by his own steps, but at that time, this place probably was not completely empty. There must have been quite a few devastating magical traps here. This 'pioneer' triggered them all, which is why this empty crater was created, large enough to hold at least a dozen cities... I just wonder whether that 'pioneer' managed to survive such an attack."

While piecing together the chain of events, Whisper of Destruction silently gazed into the darkness ahead.

The spell light created by the Legendary Mage was dim and flickering. Because the chaotic Law energy distorted the speed at which light traveled, even Punk could not see anything farther away than the small patch of ground beneath his feet through vision alone. The sensation of being imprisoned by darkness was