The walls around the room, as well as the ceiling and floor, suddenly shattered, and countless reflections of Ronan in the broken mirrors quickly disappeared.
A larger room rose from these fragments, and countless silver shards flew toward Ronan like a swarm of butterflies...
At that moment, a voice sounded in Ronan's heart, carrying a slightly urging tone.
"Damien!"
Ronan did not wait to fully digest the breakthrough insight before disappearing entirely within the room.
Simultaneously, within the deep and long descending passage, Ronan's figure suddenly appeared.
"Someone is casting a spell from outside, you can use this opportunity to leave."
Following Alazan's guidance, Ronan saw a spot not far away where the passage wall was slowly melting under a strange magical fluctuation, forming a pale silver vortex.
"Can you pinpoint where this exit leads?"
Ronan stared at the gradually forming vortex and asked Alazan.
"Not certain, but it should be on the Central Ring Continent."
