The interior of the mysterious black cube was devoid of any light. The air felt heavy and suffocating. It seemed that no one had visited this place in years—perhaps centuries even.
Other than that, it was a mana-rich paradise. The air felt heavy precisely because of the mana particles merrily dancing in the air, seemingly waiting for a Magus to absorb them.
But, of course, Adam couldn't practice mindfulness.
In fact, he hadn't yet regained consciousness since the day he'd entered the secret pathway and arrived inside the cube.
That day was apocalyptic.
Five Mana Core-level beasts and thousands of weaker beasts had turned the lost city of Feypore into a brutal battlefield.
Blood flowed in streams, dying the ruined streets in a deep crimson. Corpses were scattered across the city, some rotten while others were being eaten by scavengers.
