บท 668: A Letter from the Forest

Inside the magic hall on the top floor of Babel…

The deep black, heavy bricks, reflecting the light of the elemental planets outside, presented a layer of weird, flowing colors. The silver lines made of unknown materials the center gave off a cubic feeling, as if quite a few planes were changing nonstop there, disrupting the normal flow of time and space.

Standing at the center of the magic circle, Lucien took out his delicate, complicated pocket watch and checked the time, before he turned around and looked at the flashing sword in the Atomic Universe outside of the window.