The entrance to the Shelter was magnificent.
It was just like the summoning gates in those large online games Baiyu had played in his previous life, even giving off a vibe that as soon as the metal gate opened, thousands of robust men would burst out shouting "Orcs will never be slaves".
"Permission granted."
The lead guard checked Baiyu and his companion's IDs, confirmed there were no issues, and then instructed others to open the lever beside them.
The one-meter-long iron lever required two people to pull; this was the gate switch.
The metal iron gate slowly opened.
Baiyu witnessed the most fantastical scene he had ever seen since arriving in this world three years ago. Beyond the entire door was dense black fog, as if ready to swallow people whole.
In the middle was a swirling vortex, entirely composed of blue light.
Its rotation was neither too fast nor too slow, possessing a unique charm.
