Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui followed silently.

The demon man eventually stopped in a relatively open area in the center of the city.

A simple-looking but large-scale wooden and stone structure stands here.

Its most striking feature is its central location within the building.

A massive stone pillar, so large that it takes several people to encircle it, with a dark, shimmering light flowing across its surface.

It pierced through the roof and pointed straight into the night sky.

That is the core that supports the entire barrier—the Demon King Pillar.

The building itself has no luxurious feel.

The building is constructed of rough logs and gray stone, with only one heavy wooden door.

A simple wooden sign hung above the door, with three words carved in Common Language:

City Lord's Mansion.

Compared to the magnificent lord's mansions of Carter's capital or the city of Strong Shield,

It's incredibly shabby here, more like a large residential house or guild hall.

The demon man had just arrived at the door when

A younger demon guard, who also had bat-wing features, came forward to greet them.

The guard reported in a low voice:

"Lord Morpheus."

"The other officials have all arrived as you instructed."

"Including... Lord Eno, who has been monitoring the edge of the barrier."

The demon man known as Morpheus nodded.

His face was expressionless.

He reached out and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

The figure disappeared into it.

The door slowly closed behind them.

As soon as Morpheus pushed open the door and entered the mansion,

A heated argument ensued.

"Eno! You lazybones!"

A hoarse orcish voice roared.

"Three living, breathing people walked through the barrier, and you didn't even notice?!"

"Is that broken mirror of yours even for looking at your own face?!"

Another shrill voice immediately followed:

"Exactly! You always slack off when Lord Guxin is around!"

"The adults aren't here, and you still dare to neglect your duties?!"

More voices joined the accusations:

"What if those three are enemies?!"

"Are they demons hunting down Lord Guxin, or hounds of the Alliance!"

"What if Avalon is exposed because of this..."

"Are you capable of taking on this responsibility?!"

Surrounded in the middle was a small, goblin-like creature with pointed ears.

It should be Einar.

He was holding a dirty bronze mirror, his face flushed red.

His head almost drooped to his chest.

"I...I..."

He defended himself in a weak voice.

"Actually, the location of Avalon has long been no secret..."

"But...they can't get in..."

"You dare talk back?!"

The surrounding shouts of anger erupted instantly, growing even louder.

"Is this an excuse?!"

"What use are you?!"

Enoch shrank back in shock from the scolding and dared not utter a sound.

Holding the bronze mirror, he looked like a frightened quail.

Morpheus's blood-red eyes swept over the chaotic scene.

He didn't say anything, but simply walked to the head seat and sat down.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the rough wooden table.

"Thump."

The sound was not loud.

But it instantly silenced the entire hall.

Morpheus's blood-red eyes swept over the now-silent crowd.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and clear:

"alright."

"The person is already inside; further criticism is useless."

He paused, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on the table.

"The important thing now is..."

He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp.

"Find out how they got in."

Silence fell over the hall once again.

But this silence is different from the previous ones.

With a deeper, almost suffocating sense of confusion and unease.

As Einar said,

The location of Avalon was no secret to their true enemies.

As long as it exists under the protection of the Demon King Pillar,

That unique magical fluctuation was difficult to completely hide from other demon kings and high-ranking beings.

Since the founding of Avalon

It's unknown how many demons, demon hunters, and even secret forces of the Alliance there are.

They had tried to find and destroy the nest of this "alien".

Most of them were indeed found.

But in the end...

They have all become new wandering souls or withered bones in the depths of the wailing corridors.

That desolate area surrounding the basin was a barrier more formidable than any high wall.

Epic demons lurk everywhere, and spirit lords roam freely.

The fog swallows direction, whispers corrode reason.

Except for entering under the protection of Lord Guxin's powerful concealment magic...

All other methods that attempt to "traverse"

All of this has been proven by the enemy's lives.

It's a dead end.

In the dead silence,

The only sound was the crackling of the burning torches.

Morpheus's gaze swept across everyone's faces.

I saw the same unbelievable thing.

The silence lasted for a long time.

A fox-person with fiery red fur and a bushy tail, sitting in the corner, scratched his large ears.

The fox-people are known for their wit and intelligence.

He hesitated before speaking, his voice soft and gentle:

"Could it be... speed?"

"Just like that night elf, Shadowblade Lin, back then?"

"She also relied on speed to force her way through."

Upon hearing this, Morpheus gave a wry smile.

"That woman is a top-tier assassin of the Epic rank."

"And she almost lost her life after she traveled through time."

He looked at the crowd.

"But those three outside..."

"The strongest among them is only at the lower level of the extraordinary realm."

The phrase "beyond the ordinary"

In the minds of these seasoned veterans around him, who were at least extraordinary and some were even legendary figures,

It keeps going around in circles.

For a moment, everyone's expression became extremely strange.

Someone held their forehead, their lips twitching.

Some people stared wide-eyed, with an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"

One orc warrior even picked at his ear, wondering if he had misheard.

Lower-level transcendental beings...passing through the wailing corridor?

It felt like telling them,

That desolate wasteland that filled them with fear and despair,

A complete novice who hadn't even mastered the basics of internal energy strolled right past him?

"Could it be... that they're hiding their true strength?"

The fox-man smacked his lips and guessed again.

"Did they disguise the energy fluctuations?"

Morpheus shook his head, quite certain.

"To be able to so precisely conceal fluctuations in rank..."

"Even Lord Guxin might not be able to do that."

A deeper, more bewildered silence fell over the hall.

The fox-man pondered for a long time.

Its fiery red tail swayed gently, and its pointed ears twitched along with it.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"That leaves only one possibility."

He chuckled softly, his tone tinged with amusement.

All eyes immediately turned to him.

"Although the possibility is also very low..."

"But compared to 'a few newbies navigating the Wailing Corridor on their own'..."

The fox-man grinned.

"It's barely... somewhat reliable."

Stop keeping me in suspense!

An orc slammed his fist on the table in frustration.

The fox-man wasn't annoyed, and slowly said:

"Lord Guxin's concealment magic is indeed unparalleled on the continent."

"But there's one thing that even adults have admitted—"

"In terms of pure 'stealth' attribute, it's inferior to it."

He paused, then held up one finger.

"The Alliance Council's seventh-ranked stealth artifact..."

"【Shadow Robe】".