The depths of the Forbidden Forest.
In an area of utter devastation, moonlight cast mottled shadows across the Bronze Door. Scorched earth and shattered rocks all proclaimed that a fierce battle had taken place here. Ian stood before the valley, his green eyes fixed on the enormous Bronze Door. Before the colossal bronze gate, hundreds of meters tall, he was like an ant.
"Even Wu Xie would call this professional... He'd probably pull out some Black Donkey Hooves and pretend to be nervous for a bit." He muttered softly, recalling a novel he had once read. The Bronze Door stood towering and majestic, its frame densely carved with runes—not only Runes, but all kinds of Ancient Runes intertwined together.
Those Runes and unfamiliar magical script overlapped layer upon layer. Some carvings were so deep they seemed to cut to the bone, while others flickered like flowing mercury. Taken as a whole, it looked as though some hodgepodge magical language had endowed this Bronze Door with its wondrous power.
"What the hell is this thing?"
Ian reached out and lightly touched the door with his fingertips. It felt cold and smooth, yet he could not tell what material it was made of. Beneath that icy sensation was a faint tremor. The material composing this door was neither ordinary metal nor stone nor anything else he knew. Ian could not find any words to describe the sensation.
Perhaps it truly belonged to some material unknown to either the natural world or the world of alchemy? Ian felt that the material making up the Bronze Door resembled some kind of solidified magical creation more than anything else.
Ian once again tried to use magic to affect the door.
Among the spells he excelled at most were Dark Magic—and Transfiguration. Since he had already