The South (Part One)

Before a towering castle, three Seventh-level Spellcasters stood blocked by the Rune Formation outside, with no choice but to wait quietly.

"Will we succeed this time? It's already been three months..."

"The Southern Spellcaster World is now completely under Osum's control. We can only turn to Osum, but their headquarters is so well hidden that no one can find it. All we can do is go through their outposts scattered across the Southern Spellcaster World and hope our message reaches their headquarters."

Despite their prestigious status as Seventh-level Spellcasters, the three remained humble before this castle. After all, it was an outpost of Osum, the true ruler of the Southern Spellcaster World.

Soon, several Spellcasters emerged from the castle. The female Mage leading them said coldly, "Come along. Mage Habel is willing to see you."

The three Spellcasters were then led into the castle.

"Welcome, friends of the Royal Family who have traveled so far. We meet again!"

In the castle's great hall, an elderly Mage with a head of silver hair and black Mage robes smiled at the three visiting Spellcasters.

The three Spellcasters bowed slightly, then said helplessly, "Esteemed Mage Habel, this is our second visit! Three months ago, on behalf of His Majesty, the ruler of our great Black Moon Kingdom, we sent Osum a request, hoping that Osum would dispatch powerful Mages to join our Royal Family in halting the Light Church's advance. Has any word arrived from your headquarters?"

These three Seventh-level Spellcasters were in fact special envoys of the king of the Black Moon Kingdom. They had come to contact Osum in the hope of resisting the Light Church together.

Several successive wars had already inflicted heavy losses on the Black Moon Royal Family. For some unknown reason, the Light Church's strength had increased