The quiet and beautiful canyon welcomed a familiar figure.
Garen returned to the location he had arrived at in the beginning, returning to the secluded valley where he had stayed for a long time.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar place, Garen cast a spell, and the ground immediately shook.......... The earth and rocks bulged and changed shape. The rocks turned into bricks and tiles, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a palace-shaped dragon nest.
Looking at the Wizard Tower that the female spellcaster had set up here, Garen thought for a moment and cast another spell, adding layers of magic barriers to the canyon.
Other than the Spell Casters who were at the level of the King of Arcanists, it would be difficult to find this place again.
After doing all this, Garen activated a Time Imprint.
Somewhere in the boundless silver void, on a floating island made of magic crystals, an old man in a white robe with wisps of wisdom in his eyes opened his eyes.
