First Council

Green Forest, Hell Valley.

The collision of tectonic plates had formed a mountain range like a crouching dragon. Unlike the Lineages of the Warlock Alliance, it had established a city where mortals and transcendents lived side by side.

Following the reclusive style of the Wizard Black Tower, Hell Valley too had been built in a remote place seldom touched by human footsteps.

Though its name contained the word "valley," it had not been built in a valley between two peaks. Rather, it had been named for a fissure in the earth.

It was said that when the Abyss had once launched a planar invasion, it had left behind this rift after its failure, as though a streak of Sword Qi had cleaved three great mountains apart.

It stretched for several kilometers. At its widest, it spanned dozens of meters; at its narrowest, it was merely a thin crack.

Its depths could not be seen. For thousands of years, it had continuously released the aura of the Abyss, forming a natural aura barrier.

"Found it!"

Klee Gler folded his wings and transformed into human form, landing at the edge of the wizard settlement.

Not far away, the other eight had already arrived. Aside from Desimer Carl, who had been forced to flee, the remaining eleven had all reached the agreed meeting place.

"Coo, coo..."

Robert Kava cut down an unlucky ancient tree that had stood for a thousand years.

Using the stump as a tea table, he lit a bonfire and brewed a pot of black tea. He drank while he waited, and had even set aside four extra empty teacups.

As he poured tea for the three of them, he paused and asked, "Scholar Eno, the warlock Desimer Carl who was with you..."

Before Yin Ming could answer, Klee Gler