Ian stepped out of a spatial tear, the passage sealing silently behind him.
He was now in the central region of the Wizard Continent, on the edge of the Silver Moon Highlands.
The air was thick with a dense, energy-rich fog, shrouding the sprawling mountain range. Only the faint, towering silhouettes of the peaks were visible.
"Ian, the space here is incredibly fractured. You need to be careful," Gaga said, emerging from the shadows and warily scanning their surroundings.
Ian gave a slight nod, his Perception already spreading silently to pierce through the dense fog.
Deep within the mountains, amidst the chaotic Earth Vein Energy and Magic Power, was a subtle 'hollow' sensation—a trace left behind by the Void's Erosion.
"Go."
With a flicker of movement, he refrained from tearing open the Void again. Instead, he transformed into a streak of light, flying low along the mountain ridges and into the mist.
