Cale then heard the voice of the cheapskate of the Fire of Destruction.

� If I was alive at that time�

He sounded extremely frustrated.

The Fire of Destruction was capable of purifying dead mana.

Cale learned at this moment that the cheapskate had died earlier than the thief.

� I was caught after leaving the top�s whip here and running away. And then time flowed by and I met you.

Normally, the thief would not have been caught.

However, she had used over half of her strength to create this Wind Island, making it difficult for her to escape. She was then tied to a boulder and thrown deep into the ocean.

Cale opened his eyes.

He could see the black ceiling of the temple entrance.

� Isn�t it terrible? Isn�t the secret of this island just terrible?

Wind Island of the Three Restricted Areas.

Cale waited a long time as the thief laughed before finally managing to say something.

�Who the hell was it?�

He had been wondering about this for a long time.

Now that he had chosen to take the difficult path, now that he chose to keep the voices of the ancient powers with him, he needed to know their stories.

�Who was it that you all needed to fight and defeat?�

The voice of the only person alive on this black island was carried away with the wind.

Suddenly Cale�s mind became calm.

The enemy that the former owners of the ancient powers had to fight. Cale had asked about that person, but nobody had answered him yet.

Swoooooosh- Swooooooosh-

He could hear the wind that was outside the temple.

On the other hand, the corridor inside the temple was completely silent. It was also dark without any source of light.

�Friend, there are no traps in that temple. You just have to follow the dark corridor down. I will give you a fire orb magic scroll, so use that.� JrNovels.com