The mouth without canines even smiled unconsciously, and it looked a little gloomy in the dark corridor: "I'm very happy to see all this."

The black-haired mage nodded meaningfully, watched the elf spread his arms and recited a spell.

A huge light door opened in front of the three of them, and the strong light flooded the vision, and the unsmelled fragrance of flowers poured into the nose.

When the light dissipated, everyone was already on the shore of a small lake, behind them was a gray tower that was almost exactly the same as the Swift Tower, but it stood in the meadow covered with flowers without any illusion.

More gray towers stand on the surrounding cliffs.

The mist covering the lake is as light as fluff, and it quickly dissipates under the breeze, revealing the smooth water surface as a mirror. The lily leaves on the shallows are paved into a green carpet, the alder swaying in the wind, and the white flowers are shining brightly among them.

Several snow-white unicorns were drinking water on the lake shore, almost submerged in flowers and greenery.

The palaces on the cliffs are looming. They seem not to be made of marble or plaster, but are like white soft lace - exquisite, light and illusory, as if they are not real palaces, but ghosts of the palace.

A great river runs through the entire city in the valley bottom.

Terraces, ponds, bridges, steps, railings, corridors and towers, stretch out layer by layer to the distance covered by fog.

The sky is shrouded in the blue-purple twilight, as if it is always in the morning before sunrise.

Everything is like a dream.

"Welcome to Tilnaliya..." The gray-haired elf walked to Zach.

However, this dream is getting more awake.

Three huge black ships docked in the port in the middle of the city, and there are more Nefagier under construction in the dock not far away.

Gray-black steel and countless wood are being transported into the dock and factory.

The surrounding forests are being swallowed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flames and black smoke have replaced the fog above the city.

A degenerate civilization is awakening.

Countless wild hunters wearing heavy armor were walking out of the gray tower, gathering in all directions in the city center, and boarding the brand new giant ships of doomsday.

"No matter what you are waiting in front..." The elf took a deep breath:
Chapter completed!