Not to mention the countless mutated monsters and creatures that exist everywhere.
Even the top Western mages, who had supposedly received the inheritance of the legendary mages, found themselves powerless in the face of such daunting distances, unable to see any possibility of traversing these barriers.
Yet in this vast territory, there was one person, whose figure seemed both insubstantial and real, weaving through it.
The towering mountains were crossed in a single step, the vast grasslands casually traversed, and the boundless sea was but a light leap away.
In just half a day, this figure had already appeared in a desolate city on the Western continent before the apocalypse.
The crowded masses of corpses in the city were bypassed by him, and soon, a castle built of bricks and stones came into view.
Looking down, these castles were brimming with the style of ancient European nobility, the only tall dwellings in the midst of a vast field.
