Raymond led the group to the living quarters, a tower made entirely of gray-white crystal rock, six stories high, with a minimalist design devoid of decoration, except for a hexagram array plate slowly rotating atop the tower, its starlight occasionally flickering as if resonating with some distant existence.
"One room per person." Raymond stood before the tower, his voice low, "The rooms will automatically activate according to your spiritual power characteristics. Once inside, curb your curiosity and avoid trying to forcefully crack the various witch arrays inside, or you will be directly transported out of the Central Islands."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the group: "Tomorrow morning at the first light of dawn, the tower's main door will open a path to the auditorium. Those who are late will be automatically disqualified."
