White-robed Mage

Someone once said that the one thing travel never lacked was one "accident" after another. Now, something that greatly surprised the two "adventurers" had already appeared before them. The inside of the Magic Lock where they stood was not barren at all. Not only was it not barren, it was actually lush with vegetation like a tropical rainforest.

Wisps of mist curled through the air, floating softly like white gauze. Towering trees stood silently beneath the azure sky, spreading their arms to welcome the sunlight. Colorful mushrooms as thick as bamboo shoots clustered around the trunks, their fungal patterns seeming to flow with rich juices. At that moment, the afternoon sunlight was like strands of golden sand, filtering through layers upon layers of leaves and scattering in mottled patches across the grass. It illuminated the sparkling dew, the spotted rainbow coats of the mushrooms, and the fragrant earth.

Within the sunlight entwined with mist, the entire rainforest seemed to exude the scent of green grass, flowers, and damp soil. Bathed in the sunlight and immersed in that dreamlike beauty, no one would have imagined that such a thriving emerald landscape could exist within the cage of a magical ruin—if not for the rune circle peeking out from the clouds above, adorning the blue dome of the sky.

But clearly, no Archmage would be bored enough to plant vegetation inside his own cage. So... the origin of these plants was obvious.

"Sir White Hat over there, I noticed that you've been standing there for quite a while. So... who exactly are you?"

Clenching Destruction Barrage in his hand, Punk slowly turned toward the jungle at the edge of the clearing, his gaze icy.

In the direction of the spellcaster's gaze stood a young man quietly watching the Legendary Mage and Legendary