Mage Legend

No one knew if the vampire was genuinely afraid or just pretending to be scared, but the speed at which they advanced was undoubtedly increasing. This was an undeniable fact. Zilvra now had to exert almost all her strength, along with intermittent use of the Floating Technique (which was becoming less effective by the moment), just to keep up with the man's pace.

Zilvra's eyes were fixed on the vampire ahead, and she unconsciously forgot how she had reached her current position. It wasn't until a massive green tower appeared before her that Zilvra suddenly came to her senses, regretting her carelessness deeply.

"Damn it, I might be trapped here now."

Although these thoughts filled her mind, her immediate concern was to confront the owner of the undead army hiding within the tower. This gigantic tower, looming at the edge of the Elf Forest, was constructed from countless skulls stitched together with the bodily fluids of zombies. Although the stench could be smelled miles away, not a single fly was attracted. The aura of death made all living creatures avoid this place. Outside the tower, the milky-white mist mixed with black spots resembled the rotting skin of a plague-ridden corpse, inducing nausea.

Zilvra forced herself to ignore her discomfort and focused her mind on the slowly opening door. A familiar symbol caught her eye: a half-damaged demonic skull vividly etched onto the door.

"Undead Magic Bead!" Zilvra's mind confirmed her discovery. Therefore, the owner of this tower must be an Arcane Caster. Zilvra continually reminded herself to handle the situation with caution. In her understanding, mages of the surface world should possess power similar to Lynch's, formidable opponents. But how could she know that Lynch had already surpassed the abilities of an average mage apprentice, nearing the level of a Great Mage?

Contrary to the filthy land outside, the tower's interior was pristine and orderly, with a faint musk scent completely blocking the stench outside. Spotlessly vibrant carpets felt soft and comfortable, though the embroidery of ghostly dance patterns on them was unsettling. Two staircases led up on either side of the tower, with broad steps flanked by railings made of white bone. Beside the spiraling staircases, numerous paintings hung on the walls. These gigantic, gold-edged ones seemed to portray the tower's owners. Within them, Zilvra recognized a familiar face—the portrait of the First Family's inaugural matron. The paintings decorated with bronze patterns all depicted scenes of agony and howling. Creatures of different races, genders, and ages in the frames wore expressions of terror, their twisted visages devoid of hope, only the inevitability of death reflected in their eyes. It was hard to fathom what kind of artist could be twisted enough to capture such images.

Zilvra stood in the center of the hall, observing the surroundings. Although the style favored by the undead permeated the decor, with sharp and piercing sculptures, spiral patterns, and pictures filled with stark contrasts in size and shape, a few elements seemed out of place with the tower itself.

A lone Moonset Grass stood in a corner of the room, its white flowers unfaded. Even without the accompaniment of its green leaves, it remained pure and beautiful, standing proudly in a skull-shaped black pot. This flower was one of the plants beloved by elves, named for its white color. Under the moonlight, this Moonset Grass shimmered like a bright moon, always more enchanting than the moonlight itself. When the three moons disappeared, this flower remained bright. No matter the time, the moon would pale in its presence, yet it never lost its luster, hence the elves called it "Moonset Grass."

Yet, the presence of such a plant within a tower heavily guarded by the undead was indeed puzzling. Zilvra refused to believe that skeletons and zombies possessed such aesthetic sensibilities. The only explanation was that the owner here was an elf or had lived in the Elf World.

"Welcome, my guest." A voice speaking in Common Language echoed: "Though you seem pure and immaculate, you too hail from the dark world. Welcome to my... Fyyian's tower."