This feeling of allowing someone to inspect his injuries was not pleasant, Urian felt an intense shame as if he were stripped naked for public viewing.
But this was one of the rules that everyone qualified to tread the Mist had to abide by.
Unless there comes a day when he can become the rule-maker, replacing the one and only person seated on the throne.
"These spell traces..."
A voice came from one side of the mist, attracting the attention of many, including Urian himself.
The voice came from a tall figure at the edge of the white mist, who seemed to be wearing a high, round hat on their head.
The person with the hat hesitated briefly, then quickly spoke some descriptive words to Urian.
During the other party's explanation, Urian's eyes flickered continuously. After the person finished speaking, he nodded, "Yes, that's him."
"Zig, do you know this Spirit Lake Wizard who defeated Urian?"
The magnificent figure on the throne inquired.
