Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The warning from his intuition came so swiftly that Lin Gui was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

This is Avalon.

It was his post office, his room.

How could there be any danger?

He hasn't provoked anyone lately!

Or are Morpheus and his men planning to take a hard line?

Steal the non-existent divine artifact from him?

In the blink of an eye, the body reacted instinctively.

He kicked hard against the windowsill with his right foot, trying to use the momentum to flip himself out.

"Click!"

An ominous cracking sound came from beneath my feet.

The seemingly intact window sill had already been tampered with, and the wooden planks had collapsed inward.

Lin Gui's body swayed, and he activated his levitation technique at full power to barely stay afloat.

He looked down at the collapsed area.

An extremely simple physical trap with no magical fluctuations.

It was simple, but it had precisely calculated his habitual footing.

It is this simple mechanism, devoid of any trace of energy, that makes it impossible for the Forest Ghost, who relies on sensory warnings, to defend against it.

It might be useless against true masters.

But for a "rookie mage" like Lin Gui, who relies on magic and has limited physical strength, it was too fatal.

If levitation hadn't become second nature to him, he would have already fallen in.

Taking advantage of the moment he hovered and adjusted, the dark gauze robe once again enveloped his entire body.

The moment his figure was about to fade away.

In the darkness, a dusty gray cloth bag shot out silently from the corner.

Lin Gui reacted extremely quickly, turning to the side to dodge.

The bag exploded in mid-air the instant it brushed past him!

"puff!"

A large amount of pungent white powder exploded out, instantly filling the entire room.

It also clearly outlined the still-partial silhouette of his figure.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

Lin Gui's vision was blurred from being choked by the powder, so he couldn't bother to use his wind-generating technique to dispel it.

He made a snap decision and dashed out the window with all his might!

"Bang!"

My forehead slammed into an invisible barrier.

Resilient, strong, radiating a familiar, gentle yet irresistible energy.

Is it... a barrier of light?

And this strength... Legendary tier?!

Lin Gui's heart sank.

He suddenly looked up, tracing the source of the barrier's fluctuations.

Under the cool moonlight, a figure hovered silently not far from the window.

Her short, pale golden hair swayed gently in the night breeze, and she was enveloped in a holy and soft halo.

Behind it, a pair of wings made entirely of light slowly unfurled.

When I saw that serene and holy face.

Lin Gui froze in mid-air, his mind blank.

Eve?!

How could it be her?!

Eve looked at Lin Gui with an embarrassed expression.

Then he said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin Gui,"

In the instant he was shocked and stunned, before he could even utter a single word,

A precise and heavy blunt blow came from the back of my neck.

"Ugh...!"

Lin Gui's eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a moment before I was caught firmly in a warm and soft embrace.

A familiar, delicate fragrance, a blend of sunshine and the scent of grass and trees, lingered around my nose.

Before his consciousness sank into darkness, his last thought was crystal clear:

You can guard against anything, but it's hard to guard against a thief within your own family.

Who else could it be?

How could he be so sure that he would climb in through this window every night, and even know his footing habits?

How can you know the weaknesses of the Night Veil and prepare countermeasures in advance?

Could he possibly persuade Eve to briefly advance to Legendary rank and use magic to block her escape route?

It can only be that one.

These past few days, the white-haired elf has been seemingly casually glancing at the back of his neck and secretly "previewing" where he'd put his hand.

Hia.

Shea carried the unconscious Lin Gui and landed lightly back on the ground.

She lowered her head and looked at the unguarded profile of the monk in her arms.

A triumphant, playful smile crept onto her lips.

She leaned close to Lin Gui's ear.

A warm breath brushed against his ear, the voice was extremely low, carrying a hint of sly laughter:

"Sorry, I betrayed you."

"but……"

She paused, a gentle light flashing in her eyes.

"I'll make it up to you properly, Lin Gui."

In the sky.

Eve withdrew the light around her, and the illusory wings slowly dissipated.

She glanced at the two people on the ground and waved gently.

The temporary barrier enveloping the entire post office vanished instantly, and she lost her radiance.

Eve, her strength continuously declining to the lower level of the extraordinary realm, and her face somewhat pale, landed beside Shia.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit agreement.

They supported the unconscious Lin Gui from the left and right.

I walked towards the basement of the post office.

On the other side of Avalon.

Inside the city lord's mansion, at the foot of the Demon King's Pillar.

Morpheus stood silently before the colossal pillar that reached to the heavens.

Blood-red eyes stared intently at the surface of the pillar.

There, the once steady, dim light was now rippling irregularly.

Like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spread erratically, wave after wave.

"It's starting again."

Behind him, the fox-man sage Killian spoke softly, his tail drooping uneasily.

"The ripples in the curtain... are more noticeable than yesterday."

Several of Avalon's strongest warriors also stood around.

One orc shieldbearer, one harpy warrior, and two human swordsmen.

Their abilities have all reached legendary levels.

At this moment, everyone's face was shrouded in the same gloom.

"The pillar is unstable, which means that Lord Guxin's side..." The shield guard's voice was hoarse, and he didn't finish speaking.

But everyone understands.

The Demon King Pillar is directly connected to Gushin's life and power.

The unusual movement of the pillar signifies only one thing.

Gushin's condition is likely deteriorating rapidly.

He was in mortal danger.

"We can't delay any longer."

Morpheus finally spoke, his voice as cold and hard as iron.

"We must set off immediately to support Lord Guxin."

"But……"

The human swordsman hesitated.

"Without Lord Guxin's help, we would not have been able to leave Avalon."

"And Lady Bloodthorn, apart from Lord Guxin, no one can communicate with her."

"She will not allow us to cross her territory."

"Even if she lets us leave, there are other demons outside who are far stronger than Lord Bloodthorn."

"If it's a physical demon, at least my stealth technique will still be somewhat effective."

"But those are spirit demons; any concealment magic or arcane arts are useless against them."

"Apart from Lord Guxin and Shadow Blade Lin, no one can cross that corridor."

"Even the Tower Master of the Thousand Towers City, or the Assassin Master of the Assassin's Court."

A moment of silence followed.

The orc shieldbearer scratched his head and added somewhat strangely:

"And those three who ran the post office..."

"Didn't they just walk through?"

The human swordsman who had spoken earlier immediately looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Cough, cough!"

He cleared his throat.

"That's all... the effect of the divine artifact."

"If only I had that 'Shadow Robe'..."

"I can also walk through the corridor."

He looked at Morpheus, his tone becoming more serious:

"So, I think we need to move our plans forward."

"Morpheus, have you confirmed who has that artifact?"

Morpheus nodded slowly, his blood-red eyes calm.

"Know."

"After spending these days in contact with them, it's not hard to tell who the owner of the artifact is."

"I'll go talk to him first thing tomorrow morning."

He originally planned to wait a little longer to allow for more thorough integration.

Although Lin Gui and his two companions performed exceptionally well in integrating into Avalon, the time was ultimately too short.

But "divine artifacts"... are ultimately too sensitive things.

Throughout Akara's long history, countless tragedies have been caused by the struggle for a single artifact.

The city-state collapsed, the bloodline was severed, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared.

The most famous incident was the struggle for the divine artifact, the Omniscient Astrolabe.

Because of it, a kingdom was destroyed.

Trust is often as fragile as paper when faced with the temptation of supreme power.

Especially considering the opponent's strength, it's unbelievably weak.