The three stared at Raguyaran from the mountain's peak for quite some time. Although he had been standing there for so long, Eugene still couldn’t sense the presence of the End coming from Raguyaran. To Eugene’s eyes, Raguyaran just seemed to be covered by a dull and misty fog.

As for the Raguyaran on the outside, not the one on this side, it wasn’t all that special or mysterious a place either.

It was just a huge snowfield with abysmal weather. A harsh land without anything of particular value, such as underground resources buried beneath its surface. A land where even mana itself was scarce, making it difficult to use any magic. No one lived in Raguyaran because it was a place full of factors that were inimical to life.

Beyond this land was the vast Arctic Sea. Since all seas were connected with each other in the end, it was said that if you crossed Raguyaran’s Arctic Sea, you would be able to reach the far-off Southern seas… but what reason was there to do something so pointless?

In any case, the Raguyaran that Eugene knew wasn’t as bizarre and terrifying a place as Vermouth had warned them about.

However, it was true that the Nur had started appearing here a hundred years ago. Molon had blocked any of the Nur from leaving here for the past one hundred years. Molon was using his own body as a barrier so the End coming from Raguyaran wouldn’t be able to cross the Lehainjar and attack the rest of the world.

“Molon,” Eugene eventually spoke up.

Even after staring at it for such a long time, nothing seemed to be approaching them from the other side of the Raguyaran. Like with Lehainjar itself, on this side, the sun never rose in this world.

This was the world that Molon had been watching over for the past one hundred years. No matter how much you tried to break it, it would always reform intact. And as the corpses of Nur piled up, the scenery would turn grotesque. Those were the only two changes...