'That High Tower, the one that housed the Magic Core... it must be one of the Demon Wells Estelle mentioned, built to supply pure Magic Power to the Magic City Jiles.'
Roland recalled the collapse of the High Tower, how it had exposed a bottomless Abyss at its base, endlessly leaking Magic Elements. He was now certain of it.
'And the other Demon Well…'
His mind flashed back to the area he had passed on his way to the Blacksmith Guild, where he'd felt faint fluctuations of Magic Elements. Roland's brow furrowed slightly.
'Could it be... right here in the center of this Royal Capital?'
The moment the thought formed, corroborating evidence surfaced in his memory.
He had witnessed it himself when the Magic City Jiles first reawakened.
The towering walls that once completely encircled the Land of Mist had suddenly crumbled on the side facing the River Domain Kings' Capitals, conveniently creating a massive breach—a pathway.
