He didn't turn back, just kept walking forward until he completely left the area of the Magic Collection, stopping entirely at the lake-ring space, which serves as the hub for the Deep Sea Faction's travels.
"How does it feel to experience the majesty of a Level 7 First Generation up close?"
Alazan's voice timely echoed in Ronan's mind.
"Very powerful. Much more powerful than I imagined, far more..."
Ronan calmly replied, "I'm nowhere near that level right now."
"It's just a Level 7 Blood Decline First Generation, you'll meet people much stronger, much more outstanding, a thousand times more extraordinary..."
Alazan said lightly, "They are all opponents you need to overcome one by one."
Ronan shook his head, just about to say something, when suddenly his expression changed, as if he thought of something.
"Um..."
The syllables of a spell slipped from his mouth, and the fingers wearing the identity ring quickly traced an arched light gate in the air before him.
