Swoosh—!!

Amid the pouring rain, a gloomy gray temple stood tall.

It wasn’t an ancient structure.

Baek Yuseol examined its exterior and could easily estimate when it had been built.

‘The enchantments on the defensive statues at the entrance are roughly 70 years old. Back then, this kind of mobile defense technology was considered groundbreaking.’

Scanning the temple’s walls and the surrounding magical sigils, he muttered, “Doesn’t seem like much of a threat.”

“Really?”

Finarette, wearing her waterproof hood and still on guard, glanced at Cyclen, who was already striding ahead.

Despite having crossed what should have been a defensive …