Chapitre 295: Elves Race? World Tree?

As Desmond and his subordinates arrived in front of the portal, the commanding figure in the white robe motioned for his guards to wait. The portal, constructed with pristine white stones, took the shape of a magnificent oval, towering three times Desmond's height. Its dark interior was adorned with an intricate web of white lines resembling a celestial Milky Way, with countless minuscule stars swirling around a central point. Yet, beneath its magical facade, the portal exuded an icy chill that surpassed even the biting winds of the night.

"Please, clear your minds and surrender to the process," the teacher turned and reminded Desmond and his maids. With measured steps, she ventured forward, gradually disappearing into the portal's abyss.