In the end, Cypher still asked Nicolas Flamel to teach him that spell.
After all, a vast amount of magic power lay dormant within him. If he could use that spell to convert it into physical strength, it would also be an effective way to increase his combat ability.
Perhaps Nicolas Flamel had controlled their descent precisely so he could teach Cypher a spell or two.
Otherwise, why would the trip down have taken so long?
At last, accompanied by a slight feeling of weightlessness.
Cypher and Nicolas Flamel arrived at their destination.
"Go in yourself. I'll wait here!"
After saying that, Nicolas Flamel pulled out a cigar before Cypher's slightly widened eyes, effortlessly prepared and lit it with magic, then put it in his mouth.
Judging by his practiced movements, this was clearly not his first time.
"What? Do you need me to accompany you inside?" Nicolas Flamel blew out a smoke ring and asked the somewhat stunned Cypher in feigned surprise.
"No—it's nothing—I can do it myself."
Cypher incoherently declined Nicolas Flamel's company. After taking a deep breath to calm himself, he forcefully pulled open the door and walked into the dark tunnel before him.
After taking several dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up.
A shadowy figure stood in the middle. Cypher gave it a brief look before turning his gaze toward the surroundings.
It was a dim stone chamber, with several small boxes and some empty bottles casually placed on the floor.
The only light came from the dancing flames in the fireplace.
The flames crackled and burst, casting out a great deal of light.
Making the shadow's outline slightly clearer.
Wait, why did it look familiar?
Cypher focused his eyes and saw that the shadow was a black robe propped up like several wooden sticks.