In an indescribable location, Ivan stood there fixedly, before him was the Seven Gods Mountain he had arduously sought.
What a splendid mountain peak bathed in divine light!
The mountain was enveloped in orderly, colorful radiance, blurring the lines between reality and the illusion crafted by light and shadow.
Mists surrounded the mountain, and above, clouds soared, all interwoven with colored light.
He glanced back at the defenses set up by the Centaur Race, imbued with profound strength. The golden gate from before had vanished, making exit an issue.
"Forget it, I'll check out the summit first."
His gaze returned to the peak, where a silhouette could faintly be made out, a statue standing tall, beckoning him forward.
With one step, he set foot on the stairs leading to the summit, sturdy beneath his shoes.
Combat Energy inside him buzzed to life, he felt his spiritual power slightly suppressed, his perception, severely restricted.
