Martial God Calendar, year 1024. Summer.
Deep within the Arctic Icecap, a towering iceberg stood unchanged through the ages amid the cold wind. At its summit, eleven enormous hexagram-shaped magic arrays were arranged in neat rows.
At that moment, the magic arrays, dormant for thousands of years, activated once more. As a dazzling light flared, Leian vanished.
One of the four Supreme Planes—Hell!
A purple crescent moon, shaped like a sickle, hung in the night sky, casting a hazy, eerie purple glow over the boundless world below.
Whoosh—
Gusts of wind swept across the mountaintop, their piercing howls echoing in every direction.
The mountain was steep and perilous, rising straight up and down. From afar, it looked like a divine sword thrust upside down into the ground. In Hell, it happened to be called Excalibur Mountain.
At the summit of Excalibur Mountain stood an enormous emerald castle, majestic and solemn, as though it had existed since time immemorial.
At the center of the castle lay a plaza paved with ancient earthen-yellow stone slabs. It was broad and level.
Two gigantic magic arrays, each spanning a hundred meters, stood side by side in the plaza. These arrays were countless times more intricate than the teleportation arrays on the Arctic Icecap.
Just as material planes had plane guardians, two burly middle-aged men stood watch beside these enormous magic arrays.
The two wore fitted green outfits beneath emerald robes embroidered with golden thread. Even their foreheads bore distinctive green markings.
The two were chatting when one of the magic arrays in the plaza suddenly lit up.
Bzzz—
They stopped talking and looked over. The massive magic array in operation had begun to emit a hazy glow, and a figure abruptly appeared at its center.
Once the light faded, the figure finally came