While the crowd outside continued to buzz with discussions, Luca had already recovered his stamina.
Taking a deep breath as he stared at the glowing portal in front of him, he tightened his grip on the Mithril Mage Spear and stepped forward without hesitation.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Luca entered the 20th floor of the Trial Tower.
The familiar light flashed before his eyes once more!
Before Luca even opened his eyes, a putrid stench assaulted his senses.
It seemed like the foul odor of decaying corpses.
Then, a dilapidated and eerie cemetery unfolded before him.
The night sky was as dark as ink, with a bright full moon hanging high, casting a cold, pale light that illuminated the decrepit cemetery gates and overgrown graves.
Blue ghostly flames floated aimlessly, and broken tombstones and coffins were scattered haphazardly across the ground.
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