The Poet of Great Love followed Hyperion up the steps, looking back to make sure his teammates were ready.

Receiving their nods, the Poet of Great Love continued forward.

"I'll hold your hand this time."

Hyperion quietly assured the poet beside him.

Then, they stepped into the mysterious, deep purple mirror-like portal. The air around the doorway rippled with subtle void energy, as if magic were gently dancing on a calm lake.

Their figures moved into the portal, disappearing one by one, until they were completely absorbed by the void surrounding the deep purple light.

In an instant, they felt as if they were falling rapidly from a sea of stars, experiencing the strange sensation of weightlessness again. The flashes of light and color intertwined, forming distorted scenes.

Finally, the speed of their descent began to slow, and a dazzling light burst from the exit, instantly enveloping them.

"..."

Stepping into the sixth sub-layer, Hyperion's pupils trembled slightly.

She found herself standing in the center of a spacious, theater-like hall. The high dome was covered with intricate murals depicting ancient demonic mythological totems.

This hall was even larger than any of the previous transfer halls. On the high platform was another void portal, resembling the previous one in its deep purple, mirror-like state.

They had not been separated, nor had they encountered any danger. The only difference was the extremely cold air in the sixth sub-layer, as if they were in a vast snowfield, slowing not only their joints but even their thoughts.

As the deepest level, the sixth sub-layer did not have separate entrance and exit transfer halls due to its structure. The only void portal was here.

Soon, their student bracelets lit up with deep red light, as usual—

[In the sixth sub-layer of Herloom Prison, a large number of service points can be obtained by surviving and performing duties.]

[After meeting the assessment conditions for returning to the base layer, the transaction permissions for the current layer can be activated. When the intern prison guards complete the assessment, the remaining service points can be exchanged for wages or converted into Protoss Royal Magic Academy credit points.]

[Current location: Herloom Prison, sixth sub-layer, Warden's Office & Transfer Hall.]

[Job description: Patrol inspection.]

[Note: After entering the non-safe zone of the sixth sub-layer, you will be trapped in an illusion enchantment. As the time spent increases, the danger level of the illusion enchantment will gradually increase, reaching the ninth tier at its limit.]

[Note: The clearer you are and the greater the fear in your heart, the higher the proportion of false damage received in the illusion will be converted into actual damage.]

[Note: On this level, prison guards can drink special Snowfield Spirits to dispel the cold and increase their courage, but be careful of passing out from drunkenness. Please drink in moderation.]

[Conditions for returning to the base layer: Inspect the firmness and durability of all cells and obtain permission and final evaluation from the warden of the sixth sub-layer.]

Hyperion stared at the information for the sixth sub-layer.

They had finally reached the last layer before leaving Herloom Prison. It seemed that a trial of a Great Demon's state of mind remained.

Her difficult mission had been too smooth today. She felt like she had barely done anything, and only the last step remained to complete it successfully.

According to the Ice Witch's explanation in the Kingdom of Aetheran, the Great Demon trial called the "Pangs of Death" was a matter of life and death, where the more you feared death, the easier it was to die.

It was both an illusion and could inflict substantial magical damage.

Once trapped in the "Pangs of Death" illusion enchantment, the moment a trace of fear arose, the inner defenses would collapse like a dam bursting, instantly and completely destroying you at breakneck speed. In essence, it was potentially more dangerous than a martial trial.

And this Great Demon trial was almost the fated tribulation of the Truth of Pranar, who only wanted to survive. The Truth of Pranar would suffer almost one hundred percent damage in the "Pangs of Death". Daring to escape from the cell was suicide.

For the intern prison guard assessment, they could choose to drink a moderate amount of the special Snowfield Spirits according to their own conditions, allocate routes, and return to the safe zone to recover after inspecting some of the cells along the way before the illusion's danger level reached a high degree. At the same time, one person should be ready to travel back and forth as quickly as possible to rescue teammates. This tested judgment and execution abilities.

However, Hyperion now felt that the Ice Witch's strategy was useless.

No matter how difficult the Ice Witch had told her it was for the past two months, Hyperion was certain that the actual experience was baby-level difficulty.

"..."

Hyperion secretly glanced at the Poet of Great Love, who was standing beside her in a daze.

In addition to the few service points he had obtained from clearing the fourth and fifth sub-layers quickly, Lanqi now had a large sum of service points. When Hyperion asked Lanqi about it, Lanqi replied that it was sponsored by Warden Selena of the fourth sub-layer.

However, at that time, Hyperion was in the dream of the Gentle Township, and she didn't know what had happened in the fourth sub-layer at all.

Hyperion was worried that Lanqi had coerced or robbed Selena. However, Lanqi said that Warden Selena had given it to him voluntarily. He hadn't even mentioned it to Warden Selena, and Warden Selena had already transferred the money to Lanqi.

Hyperion could only put her mind at ease for the time being.

Just as they were about to walk down the steps, they heard the warden's voice in the hall.

"It's rare to have intern prison guards who can come here. This is wonderful."

Hyperion looked in the direction of the voice and found that the transfer hall on this level was a safe area merged with the warden's office.

The warden, whose nameplate read "Deria," had her legs propped up on her desk. Her facial features were deep, and her eyes were intense and penetrating, as if she could look directly into people's hearts. A mocking smile hung on her thin lips.

Although she was wearing the warden's uniform, the upper part was very tight, so she casually loosened her tie and draped her coat over it.

"Here, there is no path to rebirth, no way to death. Better to live and die in a drunken dream."

Warden Deria leaned back in her chair casually, tilting her head and murmuring at them.

She held a small wine glass in her hand, as if she had just taken a sip.

Clearly, she was happy that intern prison guards had arrived. If there were no intern prison guards to help, she would have to do the regular routine patrol and inspection work herself.

Hyperion currently felt that, except for Warden Korendan on the first sub-layer, who was a little difficult to communicate with, the wardens on the fourth and fifth sub-layers should be good people. The warden on the sixth sub-layer didn't seem to have a bad attitude either.

"We'll go to work now. Please rest assured."

Hyperion saluted Warden Deria of the sixth sub-layer and said.

The task on this level was very clear. There were two Great Demons and the demon artisan Lanqi, making inspections even easier.

"Wait, who told you to rush to work?"

Deria quickly lowered one leg from the desk, stopped them, and waved them over.

Chapter 122 The Sixth Sub-layer