Glimpse of Eternity [A Reincarnation Isekai Fantasy]

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Top 10 Places To Visit at least once in your life!

With the introduction and price stabilization of the train tickets, inter-city travel has become much more accessible for middle-class citizens — and much safer, too!

Be it for professional reasons, taking a vacation with your family, or seeking a fresh start anywhere other than the town you were born in, it can be a bit intimidating to be faced with the choice of just where to go once you realize how big our great nation is.

Not to worry though, because I'm here to make those questions go away!

My name is Jairon Silvenne, and I fashion myself as somewhat of an adventurer.

I have made it my purpose in life to reach every corner of our world before I die. After all, it is a great pity for a man to grow old and perish without knowing of everything the world has to offer.

And I don't want to regret anything!

Now, why does that matter, you ask?

Because before I even started writing this book, I had already explored every single place in Arkhan! (Barring some private places, of course.)

And I am now offering that knowledge to you through this book.

In any case, before I get to my personal top 10, I believe it's only right to get a certain place out of the way first.

A place that this list is unworthy of. A place that would obviously take first place!

Vel Ayala.

The city of sorcerers, by sorcerers, for sorcerers.

The origin of magic itself.

A place where dreams can become a reality through power.

Back in the old days, just getting there was a grueling journey that stood as a test of one's determination. But now, one can reach it from just about anywhere in Arkhan through a series of questionably expensive train rides — or just one express train that would put most middle-class households into debt.

Solving things with money is a luxury, of course. But even this luxury was nonexistent in the days of old. One had to risk their very life just to reach the city’s walls.

Does that matter now? Maybe. Maybe not.

Much has changed between the first time I laid eyes on that gorgeous city and my most recent visit, but some things never change.

The Spirit Tower is still massive.

And there are still four incredibly large floating islands tethered to that gargantuan symbol of our nation's history.

Yes.

For those who have never heard of the wonders of Vel Ayala, let me clarify it now. You did not read that sentence over there incorrectly!

Vel Ayala is a multi-layered city!

The largest layer is obviously the one at the very bottom — The Lower City — where most of the city's inhabitants reside. Just from size alone, it could fit all four of the floating islands on its surface. Massive stone walls , with history itself carved into their aged surface, serve to fence off the city from the outside world. Though it was questionable if there was anyone or anything foolish enough to lay siege to a city of powerful mages.

Different from the stories of past eras, The Lower City's buildings gradually started getting taller and taller, as if they were reaching for the Upper Cities.

The Upper Cities? What's that, you ask?

Well, let me tell you!

A few hundred leagues above the ground were those four flat rocks the size of an ordinary town, floating precariously above the highly populated Lower City. Hicks from the boonies might think that living in Vel Ayala was dangerous because there was risk of the Upper City crushing a significant portion of the Lower City.

But they would be fools to think so!

After all, unlike the gradual increase in height for the Lower City's buildings, Vel Ayala's Upper City has existed for more than a thousand years!

Much more than any of our puny lives. It's certainly lasted more than my marriage, of that, I'm sure.

Now, here is where I'll apologize — for I have never actually been to the Upper City.

After all, only battlemages and their families are allowed to reside or do business there. And I'm no battlemage. I wouldn't be writing a travel guide otherwise.

An exception is made for members of the Four High Magus Families of Barial, Demoscene, Morvala, and Sentel. But sadly, I'm not part of those bloodlines either. As far as I'm aware, at least. But who knows… maybe I am?

Oooh. Mystery.

In any case, even without access to the Upper City, the Lower City still offers a lot to see, even for the common man. Don't be discouraged!

High-quality magic items sold on the streets like common trinkets, human-like dolls moving around to obey some busy sorcerer's bidding, and the Spirit Fountain in the central plaza are all perfectly good sights to see at least once in your life.

Vel Ayala is magic itself.

It is history in physical form.

Just laying eyes on the city from afar would be worth the trip, as it would provide an amazing glimpse of what the future of Arkhan could be. Just imagine, perhaps a hundred or a thousand years from now, all cities in the republic would be multi-layered just like Vel Ayala.

It gives me goosebumps. I wish I could see it. But alas, life is too short.

For all its wonders, the prices in Vel Ayala aren't for everybody.

Be warned. Be ready. And be rich.

With that out of the way, let us move on to the true list. And don't worry, most of these don't need you to sell your house to see. Whether you’re searching for a destination for your vacation or a place to settle down in, I swear you can afford these places won't burn too big a of a hole in your finances!

 

— Jairon Silvenne

The Man Who will Explore The World

One place at a time

 

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Reivan briefly recalled the prologue of an Arkhanian travel book he’d read a few months ago. It was written by an author who, unfortunately, died in a monster attack on his way to imperial lands.

‘Well, he wasn’t lying when he said that the city was magic itself.’

The ridiculously oversized tower with a height that probably exceeded a kilometer was strange enough, but the four floating islands made it apparent that you weren’t headed anywhere ordinary. And Reivan hadn't even entered the city yet.

One thing the book failed to mention was what tethered the islands to the tower. Now that Reivan could see it in person though, he confirmed that they were actually chains — extremely massive chains that glowed with an ethereal blue light, to be exact.

‘Oh, wait a minute. I think those are runes.’

Reivan squinted, but even he couldn’t see it clearly. Still, he was quite sure that there were luminescent runes carved all over those gargantuan chains.

‘Gravity doesn’t seem to be affecting the island… And from how taut those chains are, it seems the islands actually want to fly up and away from the tower… Interesting. Wonder what would happen if I... free them.’

Aizen had never had a trustworthy source divulge information about Vel Ayala. And with the Sage King there, it was far too risky to send any scouts too close to the city. That was why Reivan would be the first Aizenian to ever step foot into Arkhan’s most important city.

Obviously, Reivan wanted to take in as much information as he could.

“Hey, Clover. Stop gawking at everything.” Maya grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him toward a nearby carriage. “We’re wasting time!”

Reivan pulled his hand away and walked toward the carriage himself. “There’s no need to rush when we're already here.”

“There’ll be plenty of time to look around after we settle into whatever lodgings we’re going to be provided, no?”

“... I guess you’re right.”

With that, Reivan and Maya approached a smaller carriage pulled by only one horse. It didn’t have a roof, but Reivan actually preferred that since it offered him a much better view of his surroundings.

“Good morning!” Maya energetically stepped up to an elderly gentleman who was obviously the carriage’s driver. “We’d like a ride. Is that okay?”

“Certainly. Hop aboard.” The driver smiled warmly at Maya and nodded toward Reivan, who was right beside her. “I can only take you to the city edge though. Unless you’re tower entrants, of course.”

Reivan raised a brow. “What if we are?”

“If you are, then I’m to drive you all the way to the tower. You’ll have to show me some papers though.”

Since Reivan didn’t have his anymore, Maya took hers out and showed it to the driver, who then nodded. “Looks real. Alright, to the tower then, you two. All free of charge, of course.”

Reivan wanted to ask why he wasn’t being asked for his papers, but chose to silently board the carriage right after Maya instead.

After the crisp snap of a horsewhip, the carriage took off.

“The wind feels nice~” Maya closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her flowing brown locks trailing behind her.

Reivan grunted in affirmation as his eyes roamed the vicinity.

‘The area looks newly cleared… There must have been a forest here a week or two ago. What'd they do with all the wood and rocks...?’

The trees and land around the city were cleared and flattened, probably to help with visibility and whatnot. Or perhaps in preparation for expansion.

‘Probably expansion. Contrary to normal cities, the Lower City actually can’t expand upward infinitely.’

Aizen was in a similar situation — their buildings were gradually getting taller to accommodate more people. They even dug underground to build subterranean cities with future population growth in mind.

‘This is a city of mages though. So if there’s a need for expansion…’

That meant Vel Ayala’s sorcerer population was ballooning. This was obviously not good for Aizen, who treated Arkhan as a potential enemy in the future.

‘Perhaps I can help thin it out while I’m here.’

Reivan rested his elbow on the carriage’s side, looking up when the driver called out to them.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you two kids a couple?”

Maya giggled, throwing Reivan a side glance. “Well, Clover. Are we?”

“No,” Reivan answered without much thought. “We just met a few days ago and coincidentally had the same destination.”

“Oh… I see. Sorry for misunderstanding.” The driver didn’t seem to have expected the answer, turning his attention back to the front in silence.

Maya seemed happy for some reason though. She brought her face to his shoulder and whispered into his ears. “I can’t believe you can just say it so easily.”

“It’s the truth though.”

“You’re so cruel… So you feel nothing after having your way with me so much?”

Reivan frowned and checked to see if the driver heard before replying. “You make it sound as if I started it.”

“And you make it sound like you didn’t enjoy it. That kinda pisses me off.”

“Whether that pisses you off or not isn’t my problem.” Reivan snorted and turned away from her. He tried to see what kind of security measures Vel Ayala had along its walls.

Just a cursory look already told him there were hundreds of offensive and detective enchantments all over the walls. Maybe he could spot some other things mixed in if he looked more closely.

His plans were ruined, however. He grimaced and turned to his right, toward Maya. “What’re you doing?”

“Hm?” Maya smirked and turned her face away from him, her hand still massaging his thigh. “Just admiring the scenery. Not much of it to speak of though.”

“Oh, about that.” The friendly driver seemed to take this as a chance to show off his knowledge as a local. Thankfully, he didn’t turn around and just talked as he drove forward. “There used to be some trees and small ponds all over the place here, but they all got cleared out a few months ago. A shame, really. The view was beautiful, I tell ya.”

“Is that so?” Maya sounded interested but she had a big dirty smirk on her face as her hand steadily got closer to Reivan’s crotch.

‘This woman is really…’

She was the bane of public transportation, it seemed.

Unlike in the train where it was too embarrassing to retaliate, however, there was actually less of a chance to be discovered now. They weren’t in the city yet so nobody could view them from above. And the carriage’s sides were high enough to cover up to their shoulders.

‘Two can play at this game.’

Reivan ignored her hand and pressed his palm against her inner thigh.

“Ee!” Maya squealed in surprise, not having expected his revenge. She was wearing a long skirt today, and Reivan had hiked it up to get to her bare legs, exposing quite a lot of it to the open air.

At the very least, the driver would be blessed with quite a sight if he looked back.

“Something wrong back there?” The elderly man asked, still not turning around. He seemed to be squinting at something in the distant wall.

“Nothing, sir,” Reivan answered for them both. “Some kind of bug just flew by and she was surprised.”

“Oh. Yeah, that happens. Don’t worry though, bugs are a thing of the past when you enter Vel Ayala. Same with the blasted cold that never seems to go away. You two will love it.”

“I’m sure we will…” Reivan chuckled and then threw a glance at Maya, whose face had reddened like a tomato.

‘She must be the type with little resistance to being surprised.’

Somewhat similar to Helen, she was in her element when she had the initiative but found it hard to get that initiative back once lost.

‘Well, Helen doesn’t really lose the initiative as easily though…’

Reivan was thinking of Helen’s combat techniques, but when he gave it some thought, it actually applied to a lot more. Sadly, thinking about her made him miss their time together too much, so he forcefully stopped his thoughts.

They would see each other again. Just not now.

“Clover… stop…” Maya whispered, grabbing his arm with both hands and desperately trying to get it out from in between her legs but he wouldn’t budge. “He’ll see…”

“By the way, sir.” Reivan ignored her wishes and continued, pulling her underwear aside and pushing a few fingers in — all as he acted like nothing was happening. “I heard everything is really expensive here.”

“You heard right.” The driver chuckled and shook his head. “You won’t have much trouble since food and lodging are provided for battlemages. But even with your salaries, you’d still go broke if you don’t watch your spending. Be careful, you hear?”

“Thank you for the advice, sir. I’ll take it to heart.”

Reivan continued to take revenge on Maya as he talked to the driver about this or that, steadily painting a more detailed picture of Vel Ayala’s internal affairs. He only stopped punishing her when they reached the gate, though, by that time, his hand was thoroughly soaked.

Maya didn’t trouble him for the rest of the trip.

 

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The hour-long ride from the walls to the tower wasn’t of much interest to Reivan since he surprisingly didn’t discover anything he didn’t already know.

Just a few points of curiosity were the absurd number of robed individuals walking through the streets and the humanoid golems that were mixed in with them.

Different from the Arkhanian war golems the republic used in place of foot soldiers, the golems prevalent in Vel Ayala weren't the size of a small house, but mimicked an ordinary person’s proportions. Their purpose seemed to just serve as gophers for their sorcerers, dutifully fulfilling menial tasks like carrying packages too large to fit through lower-class spatial storage artifacts.

Reivan wondered how they worked, because war golems usually had large mana reservoirs strapped to their back to function for at least a full day. But these smaller types didn’t have anything similar on them, which led to Reivan assuming that they somehow fit an energy source inside the golems themselves.

But then, that would make those mana reservoirs incredibly small, and therefore, not carry much power. Their numbers were also a bit ridiculous, giving Reivan the impression they were incredibly accessible despite their utility.

And if they were so easy to procure, why weren't they used more in other cities? This was the first time he was seeing them, after all.

‘Tons of questions. Hopefully, they'll be answered as I spend time here.’

As for the scenery, Reivan could barely see anything because of how tall the surrounding buildings were. If that wasn’t enough, the looming Upper City cast a dark shadow that made the dull gray buildings even more… dull.

‘Man, can’t they… I dunno, color it up a little? Or is this a cultural thing? Do they think making all their buildings the same color is cool?’

Reivan didn’t know and it wasn’t really his place to push the idea forward. He was, after all, a spy — an illegal alien. It wasn’t his job to beautify Arkhan.

“Here we are.” The driver announced after deftly stopping the carriage close to the base of the Spirit Tower. “We’ve arrived, you two.”

“Thank you, sir.” Reivan thanked the elderly gentleman. He would have liked to extend a modest tip for the excellent service but his identity as a miser prevented him from doing so. So he just popped the carriage door open and hopped off.

‘The Spirit Tower…’

Reivan craned his neck upward, marveling at the towering building.

‘Heh. Puns…’

It wasn’t a very funny pun, but Reivan still smiled, trying to release as much of his nervousness as possible. In just a few moments, he would be strolling right into a foreign force’s main base, a place with no true allies inside.

Only enemies.

‘There surprisingly aren’t a lot of people around it…’

He thought the Spirit Tower would be something like a tourist attraction, but that didn’t seem to be the case. There was a space similar to a park around the base of the structure, and the carriage had dropped them off just outside that park.

From a distance, Reivan could clearly see two massive war golems that looked like statues of an armored man with a crab’s lower body.

There were two very menacing cannons on each of their shoulders too.

Reivan licked his lips and finally took his first step toward the park-like space’s entrance — only to be stopped when someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.

“W-wait for me, you bastard…” Maya rasped, short of breath from chasing after him. Her cheeks were still flushed from Reivan’s teasing.

The teasing he had continued after passing through the gates despite the risk someone might see them from above.

“Walk faster so I don’t have to wait.” Reivan sneered and looked down to her knees, which were still a bit shaky.

‘Kids.’

No matter how experienced Maya was, how could she compare to Reivan, who earnestly learned how to pleasure his women? He even had the knowledge of a different world and numerous opportunities to practice with different people.

“I don’t like the look on your face…” Maya frowned at him but still straightened up and tried to catch her breath. “Let’s go, then.”

Reivan rolled his eyes and led the way toward the entrance, stopping when something suddenly shot up from the ground.

“Ah!” Maya exclaimed in surprise, almost falling on her ass while Reivan calmly inspected the creature.

‘It’s a worm. A Bobbit Worm, to be exact. And it looks disgusting…’

Reivan tried very hard not to grimace at all the mandibles squirming around the worm’s mouth. He couldn’t tell how long it was either since most of its segmented body was still underground, but he did know that the worm was a spirit beast.

“Ahaha!” A light chuckle sounded from somewhere above them, directing their attention toward a youthful battlemage with a bald head. “Sorry about that. Just a bit of hazing, if you will! One of you wasn’t surprised at all though.”

“I merely froze in fear.” Reivan smiled and extended a hand as the battlemage descended to the ground. “Good morning. My name is Clover Salwyn. We seek entrance to the tower and hope we aren’t too late.”

“Yes, good morning, Brother Salwyn.” The man took the hand and shook it, though he didn’t offer a name. “Don’t worry, I don’t need identification from you since I’ve been told about your situation. Rough trip, I must say. You may pass.”

“Thank you.”

“As for Sister Hardeling, she can naturally pass as well. I know she has her papers and I’ve been watching you from the moment you got off the train.”

“W-what…?” Maya blanched.

The man laughed even louder. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your mischief. Those kinds of acts aren’t all that uncommon here, but try to keep it private most of the time. And if you ever end up in the same squad, just make sure whatever drama you have with each other doesn’t affect the team dynamic.”

“Yes, Brother.” Reivan nodded solemnly.

Maya threw an annoyed glance at Reivan before nodding. “Yes…”

“Good!” The man smiled and stood out of the way. His ridiculously menacing spirit beast also disappeared, magically repairing the ground it had upheaved in its appearance. “Just walk right up to those two big golems and you’re good to go!”

“Thank you.”

“The entrance ceremony isn’t until two days from now, so take the time to rest up. You’ll need it.”

Reivan nodded and strode deeper in, paying special attention to the man’s words and their implications.

‘Whatever the Spirit Tower does to get spirit beast contracts for all their battlemages, I’ll likely see it then.’

It would also mark the end of the grace period for oath-takers. Meaning the tower would probably lose most of their suspicion, if any, toward Clover afterward. At the very least, they would stop assigning people to tail him.

This would then give Reivan much more freedom to move around and maybe take a trip back to the embassy at Arkhana. There were plenty of people worried about him, after all, and he wanted them to know he was doing fine.

Also, he just really missed his fiancees.

Spending time with some random girl whom he felt nothing for just made him miss them even more, actually.

‘Just a bit more, Reivan.’

Reivan walked past the pair of six-legged crabman golems guarding the door and headed inside. Surprisingly, the tower itself didn’t have a door, just a massive yawning doorway.

What was even more surprising was how spacious it was inside.

The tower was wide, of course, but not as absurdly wide as how it appeared from the inside. One could fit the Roman Colosseum inside the first floor alone — and the Spirit Tower definitely wasn’t that wide when he looked at it from outside.

‘This is…’

To further confirm his suspicions, Reivan looked back outside and saw only a distorted view of the outside world.

‘Spatial expansion. Typical.’

The Spirit Tower was the Sage King’s domain, after all, according to Aizen's musings over the centuries. Reivan didn’t find it too strange to see spatial anomalies here. After all, there were similar things happening everywhere in the Sword Star’s domain — the Sword Sanctum and the gargantuan mountain it was on. Transcendents were the masters of spatial manipulation. So as the places they were most powerful in, their domains were host to all sorts of weird phenomena.

Still, Reivan acted mutely amazed, keeping up his act as Clover Salwyn. Not everyone had the opportunity to witness such advanced spatial manipulation after all. Especially one that lasted indefinitely.

“What!? It’s so big inside!” Maya didn’t react as quietly as Reivan did, announcing her shock to the few dozen people around her. She quickly regained her senses and cleared her throat, moving to hide behind Reivan. “Anyway, what are we supposed to do now…?”

Luckily, they didn’t need to wait for too long because a young female battlemage with a kind face and a button nose approached them. “Good morning, Brother Salwyn and Sister Hardeling.”

“Good morning, Sister,” Reivan promptly answered.

“Ah, hello…” Maya stepped out of Reivan’s shadow and bowed. “Please call me Maya~ And what can we call you, Sister?”

The battlemage smiled and nodded. “Just call me Brit. And there’s no need to be too nervous, I’m not some instructor or something.”

Maya tilted her head. “You aren’t?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve only been here for a year. Obviously, I haven’t cleared training yet. So relax.”

“I see…” Maya tapped her cheek before breaking into a short fit of giggles. “Did someone throw the work of guiding newbies to you?”

Brit covered her mouth and also laughed, turning around and gesturing for them to follow. “That’s exactly what happened. Well, I kinda like it so I'm not complaining. In any case, I’m here to show you where you’ll be staying. You’re not needed until two days from now, so just relax. Oh, and someone will come get you when it’s time, so don't worry about that either.”

“Thank you, Sister Brit.” Reivan dipped his head slightly and trailed the lady battlemage.

“You can go out and explore if you want. Ah, but you can’t go to the upper floors or the Upper City. Keep your exploration to the first floor and the Lower City, okay?”

“Yes, Sister Brit.” Maya nodded, falling into step beside their senior. “And about these lodgings… Can we only stay in our assigned ones?”

Brit raised a brow but seemed to understand, throwing Reivan a glance. “No. I don’t think such restrictions are in place. As long as nobody’s forcing anyone, of course.”

“Did you hear that, Clover? She said it was okay, so you don’t have to worry.”

“What the f—” Reivan stopped himself before he cursed involuntarily. “Why are you making it sound like—”

“Anyway!” Maya interrupted, smiling as she looked at Brit. “I really like your earrings! Where'd you get it?”

“Really? I just bought them a few days ago to celebrate getting through my first year…”

“They go great with your eyes. I bet guys just line up for you, huh?”

“O-oh, no… Well, I do get asked out from time to time… Probably not as much as you, though.”

Reivan rolled his eyes when the conversation turned to just a mundane exchange of compliments.

Their group eventually arrived at the middle of the first floor, where a circular platform made of some kind of purple rock lay. He’d actually noticed this since a while ago and curiously examined it with [Supreme Insight], discovering that it was a teleportation pad that took people to different floors.

There seemed to be some kind of access key needed though — something he obviously didn’t have.

“Alright. It’s time to give you these.” Brit handed each of them a small iron key with an owl engraved on the bow. “These are your temporary keys. Don’t lose them. And don’t exchange them since each key is tailor-made for each individual. As for how to use them… just having them on your person when you step inside one of these pads is enough.”

“You mean this.” Maya pointed at the purple platform.

“Yes, Maya. This is called a Teleportation Pad. Everybody just calls it a pad for short though. There’s one on every floor and they’re the only way to get from floor to floor in the Tower. They’re also conveniently in the middle of every floor, so you’ll never have trouble finding one.”

Reivan raised a brow and rubbed the owl engraving with his thumb. “How do you specify which floor you want to go to?”

“Good question.” Brit beamed, as if praising him for asking. “It’s simple. You just think about it. And that’s it.”

“I see…”

“Of course, there are restrictions. If you’re not allowed on that floor, then you can’t go there.”

Reivan nodded. “That makes sense. And I’m assuming our keys don’t give us access to many floors?”

Brit giggled. “That’s right. It only gives you access to the floor where new entrants are lodged and this floor. Don’t worry though, your room has just about everything you’ll need, including your own bathroom, kitchen, and dining area. If you’re not much for cooking, or you just want to save money, then there’s a Mess Hall on the same floor. You’re encouraged to socialize with the other entrants there too!”

“I see…” Reivan hummed in thought before asking another question. “By the way, how were these keys made? You said each one is tailor-made for us?”

“I did say that.” Brit seemed to take a moment to gather her thoughts before hesitantly continuing. “I don’t know the specifics, but these keys are made upon taking the oath.”

“...The oath?”

“Yeah. Didn’t a bunch of blood come out of your arm?” Brit mimed something gushing out of her wrist. “I think they keep a drop of that to use for these.”

Reivan tried to keep a straight face as he nodded. “That’s interesting. Thanks for explaining it so well.”

‘Shit. SHIT. Is this going to be a problem?’

The one who had participated in the oathtaking was the real Clover. And although Reivan did transform into Clover, he wasn’t completely sure if being a phony affected whether he could still use the key.

‘Damn, I haven’t even made it to my fucking room!’

Reivan licked his lips and reached inside his soul, waking the drowsy Zouros up so he could retrieve the small silver bell at any time.

Afterward, Brit proceeded to list off a few rules and regulations that, to Reivan, seemed like things a person with sufficient common sense would have followed without being told.

“Well, there you have it!” Brit clapped her hands and gestured toward the purple stone podium. “Please go ahead.”

“Britty, how do we find our rooms?” Maya asked with a bit of doubt. “Can’t you take us there…?”

“I’d love to but I have a job to do here…” Brit scratched her cheek and looked troubled. “Don’t worry though. For the first time, you get teleported right in front of your assigned room."

“Oh, really?”

“Mmhmm. There are numbers on the doors, so just remember those and you’ll be good to go! The floor layout is pretty simple. Nobody’s ever gotten lost, I believe, so don’t worry when you get there. You’ll figure things out.”

Reivan still had a few misgivings but he did agree that the most important questions were already answered. And he was eager to find out if the key made for Clover worked for him too.

So he resolutely stepped into the pad and willed it to activate, ready to take out the bell whenever.

When a bright light flashed, Reivan opened his eyes and smiled when the surroundings he saw were completely different from a second ago.

‘It worked. Thank Sormon…’

The anxiety caused his knees to buckle slightly and he leaned against the door behind him to stay upright.

‘I’m in.’

Reivan maintained a stoic expression, but inside, he was laughing and pumping his fists.

He had just successfully infiltrated the Spirit Tower.

And they were none the wiser.