As they stepped through the new door, the corridor beyond was dark, and the air felt even colder. The magic was stronger than ever, and the walls seemed to pulse and shift with unseen energy.
Illore led the way, his staff held at the ready, as they ventured deeper into the palace.
"In years… I have never seen it act that way, it is strange…" Illore mumbled.
The scene before them was fascinating: roots of magic that pulsated with a bright pink color could be seen emerging from everywhere and decorating the stone walls, while the floor was a mix of irregularly shaped stones, each somehow emitting a soft glow.
"This might be dangerous…" Reyna looked around, a worried look on her face.
'…' as for Max, he just looked at his surroundings, trying to act as if he didn't know what was happening, after all, he knew the reason the Magic Core was acting that way was because it probably detected the fact he was an impostor.
