As Enel rushed out of the room, his gaze fell to the scepter in his hand.
The moment his fingers had closed around it—
A notification from the system had appeared before his eyes.
His heart pounded.
But there was no time to dwell on it. He had turned and bolted through the hole in the wall.
The Castle of Solomon was…
Vast. Larger than life.
It was far greater than it appeared from the outside.
Some places within it had their own entire ecosystems—
Like miniature worlds encased within the palace walls.
Enel rushed forward.
In one moment—
He found himself in a world of fire and brimstone.
The ground beneath him was cracked volcanic rock, glowing with molten heat. Towering volcanoes erupted in the distance, spewing lava into the sky.
The air was thick with smoke.
But what truly shocked him—
Was the tea party.
Amidst the raging inferno, a group of great men and women sat around a table—
