Chapter 21: The Nameless King
Vlad was given his Rank Ascension quest seconds after he left the teleportation building.
He left the area and, using the system map navigated to the Hall of Ascendancy, a place that offered private chambers for warriors to train.
Vlad was in the third ring, where the wealthy merchants and esteemed artisans lived, so the streets brimmed with life. The hum of conversation, the clatter of magic wagons, and the sound of heavy rain mixed in the air.
The sun was setting, so the magic lamp poles that lined the streets had come alive, painting the streets in hues of blue and gold and casting shimmering lights.
The architecture was neat and beautiful, with houses made of carved stone and polished timber, graceful pitched roofs, and high-rise buildings constructed in different styles, representing the city’s rich and mixed culture.
The wide roads, paved with rugged blackstone, gleamed under the rain, while shallow channels on either side guided the water into clear streams that fell into the large streams woven throughout the city.
At the heart of the city stood the White Palace of Drakmoor, a grand masterpiece of architecture. Its towering spires pierced the sky like spears of marble.
Vlad arrived at the Hall of Ascendancy and booked one of its finest chambers for twelve hours. With everything in place, he was ready to make his first spirit contract.
Vlad stood in a 20-by-20-meter chamber, a plain room of white marble, its walls protected with magical inscriptions designed to withstand physical force and magical onslaught.
But its real value was the immense density of mana, which was 10x that of the outside, pure, rich mana, which would greatly improve an individual’s growth and recovery.
"Let’s get started," Vlad voiced with a deep exhale, feeling equally excited and nervous.