Even in his previous life, there had still been many regions on Earth untouched by human footsteps.
Let alone places in this era that could only be entered by those with magical ability.
At the foot of a mountain unmarked on Muggle maps stood a cliff face that curved inward toward the mountain's heart.
No human had reached this place for a very long time.
Even the traces of humans passing through long ago had vanished under the erosion of wind, sun, and living creatures.
The peace that had endured here year-round was finally broken today by two "uninvited guests"...
Rustle—
Beyond the mountain lay a tropical rainforest.
A gust of wind swept through, and the leaves rubbed together with a steady rustling.
However, Cypher had neither the mood nor the inclination to appreciate the pleasant atmosphere.
His eyes were wide open, faint blood vessels visible within them.
He looked unwilling to accept that he had found nothing at all.
Yet no matter how hard he pushed his Dragon Eyes, he could not find the slightest remnant of magic.
The breeze kept blowing, and the leaves in the rainforest canopy behind him rubbed together once more, producing another rustle.
The flowers and grass before him swayed in the wind, casting mottled shadows over the ground.
A wave of dizziness suddenly washed over Cypher.
He had pushed himself too hard...
Startled awake by the side effects,
Cypher finally closed his dry eyes reluctantly.
That was impossible. He could not see even the slightest trace of residual magic. How had Newt determined that the entrance was here?
"Newt, what makes you think the entrance is here?"
Cypher gave up and chose to ask Newt. He rubbed his eyes as he muttered.
He believed the place Newt had found was correct, even if