On Simim Island, within the ancient Elf ruins where the Book of Calamity had once been kept.
Fine, dazzling starlight surged out of the void, weaving itself into an illusory door covered in patterns. Cyril then stepped out from behind it.
Clang!
He casually tossed a gold coin into the air. After spinning several times, it landed back in his hand.
Tails up, indicating a negative result!
"No danger at all. It seems the Church of Storms people have already swept through this place."
As he murmured, he lightly rubbed his fingers together, creating bright but non-glaring light that illuminated the ruins' hall.
This hall was quite dilapidated. The blue-gray stone floor was crisscrossed with spiderweb-like cracks, with rings of bluish-green moss growing around them.
The equally cracked walls bore marks from being scraped by tools, as though someone had violently stripped away a layer of plaster.
After looking around, he fixed on a direction and took a step forward, his figure vanishing with it.
At the lowest level of the ruins, in a partially collapsed underground area containing an abandoned altar, a faint blue glow flashed past.
Snap!
A crisp snap of fingers rang out, and the entire underground area immediately lit up.
Cyril looked at the walls and ceiling covered in scratches, as well as the piles of fallen plaster in the corners, and sighed helplessly.
Clearly, the Church of Storms and military personnel who had arrived before him had cleaned out the ruins. Anything valuable had been taken away, while anything that should not have existed had been destroyed.
After a brief pause, he took out the Crystal Ball containing a single azure eye and pressed it against his forehead.
A deep pale purple emerged within the azure eye inside the Crystal Ball, and immediately afterward, a