Behind the grand avenue formed by countless roads, Hilia and Elina looked silently at the three-way junction that appeared.
They had already returned from the two forked paths, holding a magic crystal and a bowl in their hands.
The bowl had "12" written on it.
The final bowl.
The sense of crisis lingering in their minds ended as the pure magic crystal was placed into the bowl.
Elina, still shaken, said: "If we had only brought eleven bowls, who knows what trap we might have set off."
Hilia said, "No matter what trap, we would certainly be seriously injured."
Who would have known that after gathering eleven bowls, there would still be a final one on the road they had come through?
If it weren't for Hilia really caring about the number "12", they might have already gone through.
Having obtained the final item, the two did not linger and continued along the grand avenue.
Soon, a massive door appeared in front of them.
