Looking at the blood-red moon in the sky, Richard fell into deep thought.
Wasn't he in the Insect Nest World? Wasn't the Insect Nest World in perpetual night? What was this moon all about?
How had he changed places in the blink of an eye?
Richard looked around and found the environment surrounding him eerily strange, with a thin layer of black-red mist enveloping the area. The fog wasn't thick, but it was just enough to prevent Richard from seeing the surroundings clearly. As soon as Richard turned his head, he suddenly froze.
Behind him, a black spire several meters tall stood erect.
"Is this… my Wizard Tower?"
He knew this black spire all too well—it was the place he had lived for decades, and he was extremely familiar with every blade of grass and tree here.
Richard looked around again and noticed that the fog seemed to have dissipated somewhat, and he could now make out the entire courtyard.
This courtyard was the very one that came with his Wizard Tower.
