Sung-Woon sat quietly for a moment inside the Baustan Sanctuary. The overlap of reality and unreality still felt unfamiliar to Sung-Woon, and perhaps, if Mazdari's words were true, this moment would always remain strange. That was what magic was.

Sung-Woon asked,0

-What about the door?1

The white Crow, Mazdari, replied,0

-The backdoor should already be at the intended place.0

Sung-Woon stood up and turned around.0

There was a sarcophagus of an unnamed warrior. The bottom of the sarcophagus, where Sung-Woon had first woken up in, had been covered in weeds and moss. But now, it was a door made of cut logs. On the door, two sentences in the ancient Avartin language were written, which Sung-Woon could read fluently.0

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[Secrets are not discovered.]0

[If discovered, they are no longer secrets.]0

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This was likely insight into what magic was, written by some Wizard who had entered the Demon World in the past.0

The things created by magic often involved interference from previous Wizards or beings from other worlds.0

'Maybe it's the future. Inner space has a time axis, but it's somewhat distorted.'0

Understanding magic from an external space’s perspective was quite difficult. Even the physical laws thought to be unbreakable become...0