A faint light swept over Alfred's body. A soft beep sounded, and the door opened.
The vermillion gate closed silently behind them.
Inside, the space felt untouched by time. There were no visible soul devices, no modern traces—only an aura of pure antiquity, as though they had stepped into the ancient era itself.
"You've brought him?" a deep voice echoed.
An elderly man emerged from the sole building in the garden. He was short, incredibly stout, and bald—his round body resembling a small mountain.
Alfred, surprisingly, bowed respectfully. "Branchmaster Eric."
"Come in."
This really is a Immortal Guild branch… Ray thought.
The moment he entered the building, he was utterly awestruck.
Towering sculptures lined both sides of the hall, each radiating an imposing presence.
From the outside, the building appeared no taller than five meters, but inside, the ceiling soared over thirty meters high. The statues themselves stood more than ten meters tall.
