Koko gritted his teeth and walked to the side of the silver-white books.

In fact, she was not familiar with the library, because the library had always been managed by Haim Horn.

Heim Horn was very familiar with everything in the Magic Library, even though he was a fourth-tier mage.

As the manager of the library, he still has the right to access the deeper sections of the library.

She had never entered the deep library and didn't even know what it looked like inside.

"Oh dear... I should have come here at least once in the past."

In short, when Henney was in danger, Kokot regretted his laziness.

She reached out and stroked the book with its flowing white patterns.

This book is the 'door' to the Deep Library.

The book seemed to sense the aura of a fifth-tier mage emanating from Kokot, and an eye quickly twisted and formed on its cover, staring intently at Kokot in front of it.

The patterns on the cover flow like a stream, opening a portal to another dimension.

In an instant, a flash of white light appeared, and two illusory silver arms gripped Kokot's shoulders tightly, pulling her into the books.

Only white clouds remained, floating in the sky.

It swayed from side to side, seemingly showing some anxiety.

After a long silence, the books were opened again.

The silver arm stretched out, picked up the white cloud, and threw it into its giant mouth, teleporting it into the book's alternate dimension.

Then it slowly closed and began to float back and forth between the bookshelves again.

It's as if they're continuing their search for prey.

......

Heim-Horn teleported continuously through Endymion, piercing through every layer of space, heading straight to the bottom of the Wizarding Capital.

The scenery around him changed in an instant, but he had no time to appreciate it.

Several phantom figures flickered across the various levels of the council, like shooting stars in the sky, constantly approaching the ground of this level.

The first level of Endymion is an extremely dreamlike and strange place.

Various bizarre magical creatures floated in mid-air, and a lion-headed monster with a long tongue was using its small size to hide among the strangely colored clouds.

The constantly breaking spatial rifts connect every corner of the world. The reckless flying pig dashed into one of the rifts and disappeared without a trace.

This is a ruin that seems to have grown plants, but the natural energy and magic around it are extremely dense.

Upon reaching the first level, countless mages awaited Heim Horn.

Upon seeing Heim Horn, the mages became extremely respectful, bowing and greeting him.

"Congressman Horn."

The councilor's badge on Heim's chest gleamed in the sunlight, proclaiming his authoritative status in this magical capital.

Heim frowned deeply, anxiously questioning the group of mages:

"What exactly happened?"

A monk pointed slightly into the distance and answered briefly:

“Councilor, look.”

They all moved aside, clearing a path.

Heim stood on the edge of the floating island, gazing into the distance.

Countless floating islands, like pearls on a necklace, are strung together by magical ropes, converging into a single entity under the empty sky.

Sunlight pierced through the cloudless, azure sky, illuminating the entire world with a dazzling glow.

The sky was divided into two colors: one part shone brightly, while the other was shrouded in darkness.

Above that half of the night, a curtain of countless stars hangs.

The enormous magic ring in the sky shattered, and countless fragments collided with and mixed with the stars.

Starlight and sunlight collide in the air, causing the splashing magical torrents to ripple continuously across the dim and bright skies.

The once chaotic land is now as quiet as a huge white stone, having lost its original color and shape.

Only fragments of stone remained floating in the sky.

The chaotic magic was dispelled, and the whole world seemed to have returned to a peaceful order.

Seeing the scene before him, Heim Horn suddenly understood everything. He was covered in sweat and felt utterly helpless.

Because he knew that only...

"Victor!!!"

"Why are you blowing up Endymion again?!"

...

Hene's mind was a little hazy, and she felt very light.

She managed to open her eyes and found herself seemingly surrounded by a hazy mist.

A silvery mist enveloped her, like a veil, blurring her vision.

Thick, silvery smoke engulfed half of his body.

When she looked up, she saw an endless expanse of white mist, just like the one beneath her, swirling and billowing.

A silver moon shone with a faint, yellowish light, standing out brilliantly against the pitch-black night sky.

Hene was a little confused.

What place is this?

Before Heni could think any further, a sound gradually rose from the sky, like the calls of egrets rising and falling among the reeds, but with a more ethereal quality.

The sound was like a gushing spring, a cool sound that entered her ears, a tingling sensation as if tickling Heni's ears.

Then the cold sensation felt like ice settling in her chest, spreading throughout Henney's entire body.

She couldn't help but shudder.

Then a warmth rose again from her heart, completely waking Henny from her hazy consciousness.

"Welcome, child..."

The voice had barely begun to open when it abruptly stopped, before it could utter more than a few words.

"Hmm? That's not right."

In the sky, it was as if a giant eye had opened, its upper and lower eyelids emerging in yellow outlines in the darkness. The moon itself had transformed into the pupil of that giant eye, scrutinizing Henney intently.

"You do not possess the Eternal Forge, nor are you a fifth-tier mage."

"tell me--"

The originally light voice had become unusually deep and powerful, as if it came from a cave submerged underwater. Its coldness enveloped Hennie's skin, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Why did it allow you to enter here?