Going through the opulent, winding hallways of the grand palace, Raze continued to meet a relentless tide of high-level mages. His blade dripped with blood, and his dark mana flared with every step. There wasn't a single opponent he encountered that was below the eight-star level. It was an astonishing concentration of elite power. As he deflected another lethal barrage of spells, Raze could only imagine how long Idore had been meticulously planning all of this in the shadows. What kind of unimaginable wealth, power, or forbidden knowledge had Idore promised these elites to entice them to abandon their posts and join his treasonous side?
One thing was abundantly clear: the difficulty of the infiltration certainly increased exponentially as one progressed through each of the defensive walls. The inner sanctum, located deep past the third wall, was the ultimate defense line of the palace, and Raze could intimately see why.
