Netherheart

After gathering together once again, the lot left the Holy Tower of Six Rings' protection barrier as they headed toward the Netherheart Sorcerer Academy.

Layers of hilly basins were filled with floras of all kinds as they straddled across hills and valleys, through a gushing river. Vast green grasslands gradually overtook the peak of strange rocks on the mountain.

The Netherheart Sorcerer Academy was located on the peak of the cluster of mountains. The enormous figures of soul slaves left behind by a group of Level-3 Great Sorcerers attracted many Sorcerer-Apprentices to spy on them in the dark.

Within the Netherheart realm.

Seated high and above, an old hand was holding onto a black crescent staff as a black sorcerer's robe clung to the skinny figure. "Thump thump thump thump…" A faint melody echoed throughout the big halls. That was the heartbeat of the Netherheart.