Wizard Tower.
Under the glow of the Indestructible Bright Flame, Shawn's figure slowly stepped into the lounge. Soft deep red carpet adorned the floor, and the walls featured an ancient elf mural of strange style: a group of dark elves without a single thread worshipping a gigantic ancient tree, with a seductive silhouette of a female elf within the shadow of the tree, reflecting what seemed like an abyssal spider's apparition.
——Eiloxine (Weaver of Destiny).
This painting was very special, so Shawn decided to keep it. The previous owner must have found it in an underground ruin.
Succubus - Veronica followed half a step behind him, keeping pace, her alluring face showing a trace of unease and apprehension. When Shawn was really about to plant the Thought Mark on her, she became a bit nervous.
But she didn't retreat, because she knew that to embark on the Path of Destiny, she needed to take risks.
