The Central Continent
Magma roiled around like water in a rough sea, emitting heat waves that swept across, a hint of the incredible power beneath.
A sheet of golden liquid lay at its center, as if a lake within the lake. However, this magnificent sheet could stop Magi in their steps.
Above the lava lay a giant passage, tiny voices sounding from it now and then. The rock around this passage was very hard, and no one knew where it led.
*Swish!* A silhouette appeared on the shores of the lake. The light dispersed to show a very young Magus, his long black hair tied up casually and his skin fine and smooth. His handsome face was filled with the dignity of a ruler.
This was naturally Leylin, but his robe was currently a little dusty. The hurried round trip had drained him.
“My Lord!” a middle-aged Magus with bronze skin saluted.