Before the 16th ancient city, devastation stretched as far as the eye could see.
The once-thriving metropolis lay in ruins, surrounded by scorched earth and remnants of violent energies, including scattered divine blood exuding a palpable aura of menace—a testament to the ferocity of the divine realm battle that had raged here.
As for the bronze door, more than half of it had succumbed to corrosion from the green liquid, although its relentless decay had been halted.
The perpetrators aiming to destroy the bronze door had met their end at Braydon Neal's hands.
He stood before the door with his left hand gently resting upon its surface.
With a moment of concentration, Braydon closed his eyes briefly before commanding, "Open!"
It was a known fact that the bronze door could only be unsealed from the outside, requiring a mastery of formation texts and spatial laws.
