บท 763: The Cursed Mana

The oppressive silence of the ruins was broken only by the faint sound of Asher's boots crunching against the debris-strewn ground and Lori's low, rhythmic hissing as she scanned her surroundings warily.

The air felt heavy, thick with an ominous energy that prickled at their senses. The scattered crystalline stones barely illuminated their path, though they were just rubbish upon taking a closer look.

The deeper they ventured, the more Asher felt an unease creeping into his thoughts, though he refused to let it slow him down. 

Yet, no matter how fast he was trying to navigate, this place seemed endless. He couldn't even think of flying lest he fly past any clue to help them leave this place.

But he came to a sudden halt, his eyes widening as the path opened into a clearing. Before them stood a towering structure, its colossal facade stretching upward into the darkness above.