"Sir, the ancient ruins are located within this world's fragment, close to the humongous creature that was connected to the stigmata key that you gave me."
Grimm reached out his palm. In the middle, a violet key levitated quietly.
Although they were both world fragments, the mysterious realm of Black Isotta was many times larger than Grimm's Demon-Hunter Castle. For an official sorcerer, the word 'boundless' would be the most suitable description.
"Huh...right under my eyelids?"
The old sorcerer lifted his hand and took the stigmata key from Grimm's hand. In Grimm's eyes, although the old sorcerer merely took a small step, he felt as though the world was about to undergo a violent transformation.
It was as if, at this very moment, a tempest was about to storm down and distort the flow of time.