One could only imagine how absurdly dangerous Ashan World was.
And indeed, it was.
Though it was not as dangerous as the Continent of Faerun, where gods from evil factions and Demon Lords appeared every so often, Ashan World was hardly safe either.
Since the Age of the Seven Dragons began—the modern era—Ashan World had never known true peace.
Conflict among the Nine Factions never ceased, and wars that swept across the entire world broke out from time to time.
Only such a land, blessed with exceptional people and rich resources, could nurture generation after generation of heroes and prodigies.
As Moros narrated, the three of them reached the end of the corridor.
After unlocking yet another magical lock completely different from the previous ones, Moros led Elysia and Eden into the solemn, majestic main hall of the Magic Guild Level 5.
At that very instant, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them.
High above, beneath the towering dome, a complex and mysterious hexagram magic array slowly rotated.
It gave off a faint yet profound glow, shrouding the entire hall in an unfathomable atmosphere.
Under its radiance, every corner of the hall brimmed with mystery and magic.
Of course, what truly shocked Elysia and Eden was not the hexagram magic array covering the dome, but the skeletal attendants standing throughout the hall.
Skeleton attendants stood silently in place, dark green Soul Fire burning in their hollow eye sockets, as though recounting the cruelty and darkness of Ashan World.
Their existence was not merely a necromancer's mockery of death, but also the ultimate exploitation of whatever value remained in life.
At the same time, the tables, chairs, sofas, and other furnishings casually arranged in the center of the hall added a touch of everyday life to the horrifying atmosphere.
Their presence seemed