Herag, after learning his general location, finally felt a bit more confident.

At least he knew the approximate direction now.

Unlike before, when he was unsure and didn't know if he might end up at the eastern coastline.

Upon realizing that these people belonged to the Eye of the Storm, Herag felt a bit troubled.

The Eye of the Storm was notorious for being forceful, and if they found out so many of their members were killed by him, they would surely cause him trouble.

The Eye of the Storm had only one Level 4 Wizard, codenamed the Eye of the Storm.

Serlandir had a total of three, but they usually didn't act as aggressively as the Eye of the Storm.

Because it was said that this wizard of the Eye of the Storm was the closest to a Level 5 Wizard in the Land of Dawn.

In this world, the top-level combat power is always the strongest presence.

No matter how much other combat power there is, it cannot solve problems beyond its level through sheer numbers.

The Eye of the Storm was naturally overbearing and also extremely protective.

This led to his subordinates also acting very aggressively.

Booker didn't even bother to ask who Herag was and directly prepared to attack him for this reason.

They were used to being aggressive and did not regard others in their eyes.

Herag felt some anxiety, fearing he might run into people from the Eye of the Storm.

He didn't know how Booker and the others got there or from which direction they came.

Herag speculated that Booker and his group shouldn't have entered the contaminated area alone; there was likely another group.

Perhaps, while on the road, he might encounter people from the Eye of the Storm.

He needed to prepare in advance to avoid being caught off guard when the time came.

While traveling, Herag scavenged through all of these space rings.

Possessions were minimal; there weren't many magic stones and gold coins.

Because in the Land of Dawn, most people stored their magic stones and gold coins in banks, not carrying large amounts on them.

Only some magic potions and magic potion materials were relatively valuable, but Herag didn't lack these things, so they were of little use to him.

When Herag opened a particularly distinctive-looking space ring, he did find some good stuff.

The ring was inlaid with a ruby, clearly designed for women.

Herag remembered that this ring should belong to Martina.

As soon as he opened Martina's space ring, he found several black stockings, white stockings, and various lingerie...

Of course, the good stuff wasn't referring to these.

Herag took out all these clothes and threw them away directly.

He found a feather in Martina's space ring, the most valuable item inside.

This was a witchcraft artifact.

After examining it for a while, Herag understood the effect of the feather.

When a wizard activates this feather, they gain the ability to fly.

Although the speed wasn't fast, flying as freely as a bird was no problem at all.

"The name is... Feather of Flight."

Herag thought it was pretty useful; it might come in handy at some point.

He could only fly freely in the Abyss Plane; here, he could only use techniques like the Feather Fall Technique to reduce falling speed.

But to fly completely freely, he couldn't do that yet.

Martina had never taken out this feather to use it until the moment she died, not because she forgot, but simply because she had no chance to use it.

Because at that time, Herag was wielding the World Tree Bow, which could even impact a Second-level Spell like Drawing a Prison; its strength needed no elaboration.

Martina understood that even if she used the Feather of Flight, there was no hope of escaping; she would just become a target in the sky.

The Feather of Flight was impractical in real combat due to its slow speed.

For wizards, targets in the sky weren't too hard to deal with unless they flew very high.

Herag remembered encountering the strange plant and thought if he had the Feather of Flight, he could have flashed out of the water after nearing the surface and flown away using the feather's flying ability.

Besides the Feather of Flight, he also found a considerable amount of jewelry, all appearing quite valuable.

Some jewelry pieces were marked with the White Mountain and Black Water brand, part of Lady Wendy's family's produce.

These jewels should be worth some magic stones, but Herag, unfamiliar with jewelry prices, couldn't estimate their value.

White Mountain and Black Water was a luxury brand within the wizarding community and definitely not cheap.

After inspecting all of these space rings, only the Feather of Flight held any value.

"It's a shame I couldn't get Booker's space ring..." Herag sighed.

Booker was a Level 2 Wizard, so there must have been a lot of good stuff inside his space ring.

But Old Man Booker was being hunted by the Incinerator, and who knows where he ended up.

A fleeting thought of scavenging for corpses passed through Herag's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

Encountering the Incinerator would be seeking death.

One cannot be tempted; wealth and resources are external possessions which demand life to enjoy.

Herag's plan was steady development; resources might be less abundant, but safety was more important.

Herag kept traveling for six hours, not even spotting a trace of a demon.

He did, however, notice traces of demons having passed by along the way.

Judging by the footprints, they ran fast, most likely frightened by the Incinerator.

The Incinerator's presence was so overwhelming that no demon dared linger; they all fled far away.

Heading east, Herag was relieved upon seeing the demon's footprints.

Luckily the Incinerator scared them off; otherwise, there was no guarantee of safely returning to the Land of Dawn.

Herag saw a footprint over ten meters long, and who knows how massive the creature it belonged to was.

If he encountered such a demon, it would definitely be a life-or-death situation.

But now, because they were scared off by the Incinerator, Herag found his journey considerably easeful.

After continuing the journey for several more hours, the skies darkened, with nightfall approaching.

Herag looked ahead, hesitant about whether to keep moving forward.

He saw a city ahead.

It was an immense city, situated in the distance, with its interior structures stretching endlessly.

As Herag moved closer, he discovered that the city was already quite dilapidated, filled with ruins and debris.

The city was surrounded by massive, broad walls, and from their scale, it was obvious that the city was once thriving and vast.

These city walls were even more grandiose and lofty than those of Silver Moon City.

However, at the moment, the walls were crumbled beyond recognition, with breaches everywhere.

Only some sections remained upright, not having collapsed.

From these remaining sections, Herag could tell how grand they were in the past.

He knew this was a city from the era of the Sixth Ring Tower, a city from the peak period of wizarding strength on the Wizard Plane.

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