After communicating with Adam, Cyril delivered the Box of the Great Old Ones to the inn and isolated a separate space specifically to store it.
Then he looked at that clump of quietly burning, brilliant spark-shaped Planeswalker characteristic.
Now that I have two Planeswalker characteristics, aside from the divine kingdom, I should be able to freely shuttle to anywhere within the barrier.
Even for the Forsaken Land of the Gods, relying on the internal and external linkage of the two Planeswalker characteristics, I can open a door anytime, anywhere.
Hmm... I had better go through the God War Ruins. The process of traveling is also a journey, and my main purpose is to digest the Traveler potion rather than go on a stop-and-go adventure.
Following a low whisper, he pushed his hand forward, opened an illusory door, and then stepped through, his figure instantly vanishing within the inn.
In a meeting room deep within Saint Hillan Cathedral in the Saint George District.
Ikanser, whose brown hair was slightly curled, messy, and stubbornly sticking outward, took a breath and, under the gaze of a group of Machinery Hivemind captains and deacons, picked up the Magic Mirror Arrodes placed beside him.
Pondering for a moment and building up his psychological defenses, he reached out and stroked the surface of the ancient silver mirror three times.
Misty water light rippled outward, and lines of Ancient Feysac words that seemed to flow like fresh blood stood out on the mirror surface: "What is your question?"
Looking at the words emerging on the mirror surface, Ikanser took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh: "Great Arrodes, my question is, who were the people who appeared at the Workers' Mutual Aid Association in the East District last night?"
The blood-red words on the