Before him stood a gigantic pair of ancient gates embedded directly into the center of the mountain itself.
The structure looked ancient beyond belief. Massive cracks covered the stone. Dark symbols glowed faintly across its surface.
And from behind the gates… A terrifying aura continuously leaked outward.
"Good job," Leon smiled while patting the skeleton's skull lightly.
The undead nodded excitedly. Then Leon slowly approached the gates alongside the remaining skeletons.
Yet the closer he got, the stranger he felt. At first, it was subtle. But after only a few more steps, Leon's expression changed completely.
"My [Spirit]…"
He could feel it vanishing. Not weakening. Not being restrained. Actually disappearing. Every step closer to the gate drained more magical energy from his body.
Inside the regular [Exiled Lands], Leon could at least force spells through the suppression due to his monstrous [Spirit] stat.
