Benjamin's spiritual power swept over the energy fluctuations of the three people. All of them were Level Six.
Two men and one woman, dressed in wizard robes of different styles, kept a wary distance from one another.
"Not bad luck. Looks like I didn't run into anyone from the same faction, but I still can't let my guard down—" Benjamin lowered his eyes.
The four of them glided soundlessly through the air at low altitude, passing through the projected streets.
The surroundings grew increasingly dim. A viscous dark substance began to appear in the air, like ink spreading through water, swallowing the light bit by bit.
Then, suddenly, it began to rain.
Raindrops fell from the dark-purple sky, each carrying heavy energy fluctuations. They struck the ground with dull thuds.
The instant the raindrops touched the ground, they turned into mist. Rather than settling, the mist drifted upward against gravity, forming layer upon layer of constantly twisting, shifting curtains of fog in the air.
"Heh, this doesn't look friendly—"
Benjamin could feel the city's energy field targeting them, like an instinctive rejection, much like the human immune system attacking foreign pathogens.
It seemed that this City of Emptiness had also noticed the wizards' abnormality and responded without hesitation.
Soon, they landed at the end of a bridge.
It was a stone arch bridge, with a narrow deck and low stone railings on either side.
The river beneath the bridge began to change as they approached. By the time they landed, the originally clear water had turned into a layer of black, viscous flowing matter writhing along the riverbed.
At the other end of the bridge was a straight stone-paved road. Low storefronts lined both sides, their signs crooked and their windows pitch-black.
Someone stood in the middle of the bridge.