As the final arrow rose into the air, Aether let the magic circle fall apart and vanish. A distant explosion of light lit up the ceiling as he took a few deep breaths.
His gaze lingered on the white ray of mana slowly cutting into the orb. To his surprise, it actually seemed to be making some progress. The Orb once thought indestructible was slowly being cut open. Aether pressed his lips together. He could hardly contain his curiosity.
Was what the Herald said true? Was there truly a fairy, the queen of spirits in there? Or was it all a lie, a delusion born of his insanity?
It was impossible to tell right now.
"We still have a lot of ground to cover," The Madam's voice sounded as she approached him. "We need to set off, to the next area. You're not even halfway done yet."