When they saw the door several people high, everyone already had a premonition that behind it would be a huge space, but no one expected that the space would turn out to be a massive temple. Dozens of towering pillars stood on either side of the temple, each topped with a swirling flame formed from glowing light, illuminating the entire temple, so that everything could be seen clearly. The temple was empty, with hardly any people present, except at the far end on top of a tall stone platform, where a young yet old mage in a black robe quietly waited for their arrival.
The black-robed mage had pale skin and a slender figure. He wasn't wearing the hood of his robe and his long hair lay scattered over his shoulders. He was young with not even a beard on his face. But no one would mistake him for truly being young; just from the posture of his limbs, one could feel that this was already a dying old man.
