Sir Fenix remembered what he did yesterday.
Soon after he was recruited into the Reborn company, he was suddenly thrust upon a new world that he hadn't even seen before.
They teleported him to the Nation of Reborn. That's right. Teleported. To the very edge of the Royal Continent on the Kings region. As far as Fenix knew, even Mystic Masters couldn't do teleportation magic that easily. Yet these Rebornians did it quite easily. An Orc, no less.
They briefly introduced him to the wonders of the Nation of Reborn. And since they didn't have much time to waste yesterday, they could only show him an eagle-eye-view of the entire nation.
There, he saw towering buildings that almost reached the skies. Roads as smooth as silk. Humans used some kind of magic that wasn't magic at all.
And if they weren't pressed for time, he would have definitely wanted to explore more of this territory during his free time.
