On the road to Protos Royal Magic Academy late at night.
Zestira simply told Lanqi one of her secrets.
A small number of exceptionally talented demons did not need to advance to a very high tier to awaken a weak Talent Magic from birth.
Zestira's talent allowed her to avoid certain dangers, but in exchange, she also had to bear more negative emotions.
Over the past decade or so, she had met more or less everyone who harbored both goodwill and malice toward her. The only person she had never encountered was someone as pure and spotless as Lanqi.
Between the high-rises, the Hanging Gardens floated in the air, supported by transparent magical barriers. Singing plants and glowing ghosts grew inside. The two passed beneath it without the slightest worry that it might fall on them.
For all its dreamlike beauty, the city-state could never quite shake off its eerie undertone.
"Go that way."
Zestira pointed toward the intersection on the left, signaling Lanqi not to walk straight into the Old District ahead.
This Old District looked somewhat twisted. Its spatial structure was actually different from that of the outside world, like a multidimensional crossroads. With one step inside, one could arrive at any location in the imperial capital.
"By the way, are you going to challenge the Shadow World too?"
Lanqi asked with slight curiosity.
There were no large-scale magical devices on the Northern Continent comparable to the Artificial Shadow World Activation Terminal, which was considered the pinnacle of modern human Magical Engineering.
Accordingly, there was no "practice mode" either.
Dying in the Artificial Shadow World would not result in true death, but dying in the real Shadow World would cost one their life.
Zestira was only a Preparatory Student who had not even advanced to the second year,