The giant tree trembled slightly, and the seventh white ring seemed quite unstable.

This place is filled with magical energy, as turbulent as a magical ocean.

From the moment he entered this alternate dimension, Victor sensed two powerful energies.

Besides magic, there is also an aura that belongs to nature and life.

It's like a calm lake.

The closer Viktor got to Hyjal, the clearer he could sense it.

The two energies gradually mixed together, forming a pure natural magic.

This magic is completely different from Vega's immense magical power; this kind of energy cannot be directly used by humans.

Natural magic is more compatible with elements than ordinary magic, and the magic it releases is more powerful.

Creatures capable of wielding natural magic are extremely rare.

But... at this moment, there was someone beside Viktor who could use this kind of magic.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

It's unclear when exactly, but Cocote fell into a deep sleep.

The natural energy here was so abundant that for a moment she felt as if she had returned to the territory of nature spirits.

With such abundant natural energy, Kokot felt even sleepier.

This wasn't her first time here; she was just accompanying Viktor this time.

She had previously asked Geim if she could sleep under the big tree, but was met with opposition from a group of senators.

Heim explained:

"According to the prophecy left by the Archmage, Hyjal will face a terrible calamity in the future."

The Grand Master.

The founder of the city of mages is probably over a thousand years old.

Viktor remembers it vividly.

Judging from the strength of the characters, the Archmage is on the same level as the Emperor of the Karencia Empire.

However, in the background story, the Grand Master relied on his own cultivation.

The emperor of the empire, on the other hand, gained supreme power by exploiting life and divine blessings.

Although their strengths were roughly equal, one of them had a long life and the other a short one.

But everyone believed that the Grand Master had passed away, after all, he had disappeared from people's sight for hundreds of years.

If he were still alive today, counting from the first emperor of the empire, he would be over a thousand years old.

Even for a long-lived elf like Kokot, the maximum lifespan is only five hundred years.

Thinking about this, Viktor almost laughed.

The Grand Mage is alive, but he is not human.

His true form is a tortoise.

Why does Viktor know these things?

Because there isn't an NPC he hasn't beaten up.

"However, we don't know what the future crisis in Hyjal will be like, so we need more mage power to protect Endymion."

Heim practically laid his cards on the table.

Aside from the twelve members of the Mage Council, he had only told Viktor about this matter.

After all, if other mages had known about this beforehand, they might have simply deserted in the face of battle.

Not all mages possess righteous morality.

The first principle of the Council of Mages is 'morality' and 'justice'.

Viktor did not respond to Heim; he simply looked at Hyjal, at the towering tree before him.

The crow on my shoulder had flown away towards the towering tree without me noticing.

Heim watched this scene quietly without intervening.

After all, it's just a raven; how could it possibly have any impact on Hyjal?

Viktor simply said it.

“Mr. Heim, before we discuss helping out.”

Do you know what Hyjal is?

"..."

Heim did not respond to Viktor, for Hyjal had existed in Endymion since his birth in the mage capital.

It has supported Endymion's floating in the air for generations, and with its vast, ocean-like natural magic, it has made Endymion's climate like spring all year round.

What Victor said now made him have some doubts for the first time.

What exactly is Hyjal?

Why has it been able to sustain Endymion's existence in the sky for so many years?

Could it really be the first great tree planted by the gods?

Seemingly having received some information, Viktor took one last look in the direction Vega had left before looking away.

Suddenly.

The black trench coat glowed with a faint red light, and the weak fire magic gradually connected with the natural magic throughout the entire Hyjal region.

Heim realized this as well, and he watched Viktor's actions quietly.

He felt that Viktor must know something.

He knew everything that had happened in Magic Canyon, and how powerful Victor's natural magic was.

The astonishing flames resembled a sliver of the sun's crimson light, and even a fraction of it could easily incinerate the Magic Canyon.

Heim did not know what calamity was.

Calamities themselves are rarely known; they are not recorded in any historical books, but only appear in fragments in ancient myths.

They are the true creations of the gods.

Viktor gradually became connected with Hyjal's magic.

In an instant, countless green shoots sprouted from the void where Hyjal stood.

Their magic seemed to be guided, and clumps of green grass gradually grew around Victor and the giant tree.

Flowers of all colors suddenly bloomed in this otherworldly space, transforming into a beautiful garden.

The waist-high green grass quickly surrounded everyone.

A blade of grass peeked out from beneath Cocotte's clouds and hooked onto the tip of her nose.

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