The ruins of the Magic Empire?
Lis looked at the ancient magic book in his hand and did not rush to open it, instead holding it in his grasp.
This was an extremely old magic book, with the marks of time deeply imprinted on it.
The pages were yellowed, the edges tattered, as if each page bore the brunt of a thousand years of frost and wind.
The magic power protection of the book was already wavering; the once indestructible magic barrier now weak and fragile, as if it might completely dissipate at any moment.
Although the earth-brown cover of this magic book was somewhat damaged, the classical and exquisite patterns could still be clearly seen.
They intertwined and coiled like mysterious runes, emitting a faint glow, as if recounting the splendor and glory of the past.
Despite the ravages of time, these patterns still maintained an indescribable rhythm and beauty, seemingly hiding unique spell secrets.
