The grandeur of the Magic Tower felt like a distant memory. It turned into an ancient tapestry located in the desolate land. Its majestic glory—now became a cinder of history.
The appraiser checked the area, the carvings on the structure's walls to be exact, verifying if this was the same tower he knew. However, the symbols engraved on it were already faded, making it beyond impossible to be identified.
In light of this fact, Efraim chose to put the thought aside and instead focused on the task at hand. After all, he knew that it was only an illusion, a mirage created for the sake of the event.
However, he believed that something was amiss. The spell was supposed to show him his fear, but it was quite different from his expectation.
He thought that his father, the ruler of Bladehaven, would be the one to greet him and not this ruined place. After all, that man's existence was the only thing he recognized as a true horror.
