Bang!
The metal door closed tightly, seamlessly.
All the noise was immediately isolated outside, the soundproofing was unbelievably good.
In the slightly dim environment, only the walls flickered with colorful brilliance, those were sealing spells, carrying mysterious powers.
"According to the Federation's textbook, now that I have advanced to Fifth Level, the success rate is over 99%!"
Seville took a deep breath and began to set up the ritual.
After everything was finished, he opened the potion bottle, allowing the slightly ethereal liquid to vaporize into mist, threading into his body strand by strand.
"Ah!"
The next moment, terrible pain attacked him.
Even though he had undergone specialized training and targeted practice, Seville couldn't help but groan.
His body showed large patches of darkness and suddenly became blurred.
In the Void, inexplicable voices came through.
These were the maddening whispers, carrying indescribable messages.
