"Finally arrived!"
A young girl wearing tight blue pants and a grey robe stood in front of a gigantic pillar and sighed.
Her beautiful black eyes scanned the ground while her glowing skin was hidden by the robe. She looked at the entrance of the pillar which was occupied by several people.
As she walked toward it, she noticed more and more people trying to enter the pillar. But before they could enter the pillar, they had to register.
The same goes for her.
She walked up to the side of the entrance where there was an old man sitting on a chair while holding a pen over a note.
After a few minutes, it was finally her turn.
She walked up to the old man as he asked without even looking at her.
"Name?"
"Yeosho Nomu." The young girl coldly replied. Her voice was frighteningly cold.
"Drop your blood on it." The old man didn't care about her voice. He just raised a small black stone and asked.