Warm sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting its glow over the mountain range. The terrain was a majestic, heavy blend of black and gold, resembling a gathering of giant beasts clad in golden armor.
Deep within one of these great mountains, a young man with a bearded chin and his black hair pulled into a small braid squinted up at the sun. Judging by its position, it was nearly noon.
"Let’s go. I think none of us want to experience that closed-off 25th-floor Great Mystic Realm a second time."
Chapter 392