"And what," he said slowly, "does this forbidden zone have to do with the 'Holy Lands' you speak of?"
"The 'Holy Lands'..."
Earl Vireon Flameborn narrowed his golden, flame-like eyes, a flicker of deep contemplation breaking the stillness in the chamber.
"Is it the same one I'm thinking of?" he asked coldly.
The lead Minotaur visibly gulped, the pressure of Vireon's presence weighing heavier now. But despite the anxiety gripping his spine, he nodded.
"Yes, my lord... it is exactly the same one."
He steadied his breath and spoke with reverence.
"A land where mana flows more purely and abundantly than anywhere else in the known universe…A place where the Laws of the Galaxy can be perceived more easily than even in the Core Worlds…A land closest to the Will of the Galaxy itself.
Where immortal-grade herbs, divine resources, and long-lost miracles still linger untouched.
That… is the land I speak of."
