Tap tap tap—

The crisp, hurried sound of footsteps echoed through the building's corridors.

Aurelion changed out of her ripped skirt and into a more comfortable, loose-fitting top.

She ran along the road, her long silver hair swept by the wind, fluttering freely in the air.

They disregarded whether their recently healed wounds would reopen, and ignored the aches and pains in their bones and muscles.

It charged headlong towards the very center of Endymion with its life on its hands.

Behind her, Erica was running desperately, chasing after her.

She chased after him while shouting:

"Hey! You're not fully recovered yet, you can't run so fast!"

The two hurried along the way, encountering many sorcerers who cast strange glances at them.

They all stared wide-eyed as they watched Aurelian run past them with incredible speed.

They all knew, of course, about the human queen who had saved the mage capital from crisis.

Shouldn't the other person be recuperating in the medical department right now? Why did they run away?

The Empress's body was still wrapped in bandages.

And look at how rushed he was, ignoring all his wounds...

Could it be that he's gone mad?

These mages, of course, were unaware that Aurelion's injuries prevented her from properly channeling magic and using spells.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to see the empress on the road.

Because, currently, the only way for her to reach the top is through the most primitive method—running.

Even though the wounds all over his body burst open due to the strenuous exercise, and blood oozed out.

However, due to the transformation of the Eternal Furnace, the wound healed again the moment the blood gushed out.

Even so, pain is unavoidable.

However, even such unpredictable pain could not stop Aurelion from running.

She could only feel the eternal furnace in her chest replenishing her fuel, supporting her to continue forward.

Excited? Happy?

These emotions cannot fully express Aurelion's current feelings.

Only the most extreme goals guide Aurelion forward.

Upon learning that her father had indeed appeared successfully, Aurelion had no desire to remain in bed any longer.

Even the slightest movement can cause several wounds to reopen and bleed.

In Aurelion's eyes, these pains were nothing compared to seeing her father for the first time.

Relying solely on her willpower, she traversed countless spaces, running upwards from the lowest levels of the Mage Capital.

Although she cannot use magic, as a regular visitor to Endymion, she possesses most of the privileges of a council member.

For example, one can freely enter and exit any location within Endymion.

The condition is that she has to run there.

So she knew that if her father were still alive,

It should be in that place.

In the end, Aurelion ran all the way to the highest level of Endymion on foot.

The seventh level, the shattered sky.

She finally stopped after stepping onto this floor, panting heavily as she leaned against the broken building beside her.

The blood-stained bandages on his body mostly came off due to the intense exertion and sweat, revealing his arms and those gruesome crimson wounds.

And those wounds seemed to heal rapidly under the passive influence of magic, constantly forming new scabs and stopping the bleeding.

It recovered even faster than before.

Erica followed closely behind and finally caught up.

"Why...why are you running so fast?"

She wasn't as tired as Aurelion, since she could use magic as a supplement.

Erica can catch up with Aurelion.

Or rather, she had no reason to stop Aurelion.

The original intention was to see Aurelion's low spirits, coupled with an excessive curiosity about the subsequent outcome.

I just wanted to tell her about Aubrey's appearance so she could adjust her emotions.

Erica hadn't expected Aurelion to be so excited.

Ignoring even the wounds on his body, he ran all the way to the seventh level of the Shattered Sky.

Why did she think Aubrey would definitely be here?

Erica didn't quite understand.

After taking a few breaths, Aurelion looked towards the gates of the Mage Council.

Like six pairs of broken wings made of rubble and broken walls, supporting three broken human heads made of the same rubble, floating in the sky.

Below that, a golden gate stands atop the steps.

On the seventh floor of the City of Mages stands the hall of the Mages' Council.

In case of any major events or extremely private matters, the twelve members of parliament will meet here.

If the Emperor has truly been resurrected, those councilors must have a lot to say to him.

After all, he is the most powerful warrior in the world, and those councilors will definitely want to learn more about him.

Aurelion knew that her father would not refuse.

He's always like that, always busy.

With that thought in mind, Aurelion took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the council's doors, placing one hand on them.

The moment her hand touched the door, Aurelion felt her body suddenly become ethereal.

The surrounding world also became blurred and constantly shifting.

What was initially a sky covered in floating rocks has now swiftly transformed into a massive round table for the council.

At the same time, a series of electromagnetic discussions rang in Aurelion's ears:

"...Our idea is to move the city of mages to the ground to prevent such a disaster from happening again in the future."

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