Chapter 461: Arctic Iceberg Mountain (8)
It was the era of mages.
When people thought of magic, they usually pictured white magic. But where there is light, there must also be shadow.
In hidden corners of the world, a small and peculiar group practiced a forbidden art: dark magic... an ancient craft fueled by living sacrifices, often leading to gruesome, horrifying ends. Because of its cruel nature, dark mages were forced to gather in secret places called Dark Towers.
Across the continent stood dozens of these Dark Towers. Unlike ordinary towers of magic, they had no proper names. Instead, each was identified by a number in the order it was built: the First Dark Tower, the Second Dark Tower, and so on.
High in the Arctic Iceberg Mountain, perched on the Ice Spirit Plateau Fortress, rose the Second Dark Tower. Its summit was so lofty that even raging blizzards couldn't touch it. Strangely, the sky above it was forever stained crimson.
Caw—! Screech—!
Giant winged creatures resembling ravens with demonic wings circled above the Second Dark Tower, guarding it.
Pale Yellow Autumn Moon glanced at them and smirked.
"What pointless decorations."
Screech—!
At last, she arrived at the entrance of the tower, which stretched so high it seemed to reach the stars. As she approached, the doors opened automatically, welcoming her.