When Duke stood on the Storm Dragon Eagle's back, he casually tossed Bell's Spatial Ring into the Light Divine Court as well.
He was mainly worried that the Crawford Family might be able to track the ring, since it bore the Crawford Family crest.
Putting it inside the Light Divine Court was equivalent to throwing it into another plane. It should be very difficult to locate.
Ten days later.
Duke sat cross-legged on the Storm Dragon Eagle's broad back, distracting himself by guiding their direction while using all his strength to suppress the restless curse within his left arm.
That cold, invasive sensation clung to him like maggots to bone, constantly gnawing at the magic power barrier he had constructed. Every impact sent a faint stab of pain through his mental power.
The Void Corridor was indeed vast and boundless. Even with a clear route, they had flown for a full ten days before approaching the area around Entrance Number Twelve.
That was only because of the Storm Dragon Eagle's extreme speed, which had shortened the journey to this extent.
For anyone else, they would likely have had to wait until the Void Corridor's three-month time limit expired before reaching the entrance area.
Without a route map or coordinates, getting lost in the Void Corridor was perfectly normal.
Duke had previously spent a month in the Everdark Corridor region and had been carried far away by the Everdark Corridor. He had flown for a long time before finally returning.
Over the past ten days, the curse in his left arm had not weakened. Instead, it had grown stronger and stronger, to the point where he was nearly unable to suppress it.
During this time, Duke discovered that this was a curse capable of rapidly growing on its own. It could