Evander

Under the palace of the emperor, in a deep underground prison.

A pair of wings flapped nervously watching a man far away.

When he fell from the prince's hall into the prison, his body was mangled and he was bleeding heavily. But he wasn't dead.

Since the level restriction in the prison was removed, unlike Varian, his powers remained since the start.

So, despite his injuries, he managed to move.

After nearly an hour of struggle, he was at the end of the stairs, just about to reach the surface.

"Go! Go! You're almost there!" The wings moved all around the room in anxiety.

Everyone in the ruins would be sent out once the 45th was over, but that only applied to 'free' people.

Or else, people in dangerous locations wouldn't be trapped there for decades.

There wouldn't be skeletons in the mystic castle—these were the people that entered it but failed to exit.

"You can do it!" The wings cheered on.