At the same time, deep within the ruins of the royal court of Myth Drannor in the great forest of Cormanthor.
Black Dragon Prince Kangerweian was curled up in a corner on the top floor of a certain magic tower, staring with a conflicted expression at the magic stone in the center of the spell array, which was emitting faint pulses of light.
Because, in a sense, he had already completed the task that Silver Dragon had given him:
To investigate the source and cause of this Demon tide.
Well, wasn't it all the doing of the Drow right in front of him?
He had practically even confirmed the key item.
This spell array controlled by the Drow was closely connected to the planar teleportation array in the distance, from which vast hordes of Demons kept pouring out.
And from what these Drow were saying, they even barely counted as his "good neighbors." They all came from the Underdark beneath the High Forest in the Northlands.
By his reckoning, as long as he stole that magic stone, that ugly, crack-like portal would most likely close for good.
But the problem was, if he dared take that thing away under everyone's watchful eyes, then no matter how naturally easy he was to overlook, or how skilled he was at stealth after learning from Teacher Kike, there was no way these Drow would fail to notice him.
He had no desire to fall into the hands of these Drow again!
The miserable experience he had suffered seventy years ago, when he disguised himself and infiltrated Gershon City for the reconnaissance mission his mother had assigned him, was still as vivid as ever.
It had been nothing short of a nightmare.
But from what he knew of that Silver Dragon, if he simply