"Don't come closer! You're a monster!"
"L-Lugh, w-what happened to the way you look...?"
"Y-you're not my older brother!"
"M-my apologies... there's nothing we can do for your condition..."
"Son, I've seen a great many things, but I've never once laid eyes on an appearance like this..."
Various voices of fear and hatred spun through his mind, mixed with looks of disgust and helplessness stabbing at him from every direction. They all surfaced at once, like echoes refusing to stop.
He'd tried to explain. Over and over. But no matter how hard he tried, no one would listen, not even those closest to him. Not even his own family.
...
...
...
"..."
Lugh opened his eyes.
The ceiling was covered in green leaves glowing softly as sunlight from the window touched them. The shadows of leaves swayed gently on the walls, calm, as if the world outside his dream had never held any hatred at all.
Then—
"Oh, you're awake, son?"
An old man's relaxed voice sounded nearby. Lugh frowned, then asked in a resigned tone.
"...Why are you in my room, sir? And how did you get in?"
"Hahaha! To see you, of course! As for getting in, I simply asked one of the Aranara here casually, and they opened your room door right away!"
Great Perrin Kaelstrom laughed heartily. Honestly, he'd only asked an Aranara out of idle curiosity. He hadn't expected that plant spirit to be so innocent it would unlock Lugh's door without a hint of suspicion.
Hearing that, Lugh didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pulled his cloak tighter around his body.
"So, what do you intend to do now that you've met me?"
"What else? You've already met her, haven't you?"
"What do you mean...?"
"No need to hide it, son." Great Perrin Kaelstrom looked at Lugh calmly. "You've already met the God of Wisdom, haven't you? With your personality, there's no way you could've held back."
"..." Lugh fell silent for a moment, then answered helplessly. "It seems there's nothing I can hide from you, sir."
"Hahaha, don't flatter me so much!" Great Perrin Kaelstrom chuckled, then posed another question. "So, how did it go? Is there a solution to your problem?"
"She can restore my appearance, but... the time isn't right yet."
"Hoh..." Great Perrin Kaelstrom looked slightly surprised. "I suppose that's only natural, considering she's the 'all-knowing' God of Wisdom. Truly, I'm glad she isn't on the opposing side."
"...You're right."
The old man chuckled. "Be patient, son. Knowing the God of Wisdom's character, she would never break a promise. There must be a reason why your request can't be granted right now."
Though, well... he himself wasn't certain whether that goddess's reason would bring good or bad news for humanity.
"Well, then, my business here is officially concluded."
"Eh? You're ready to head back already?" Lugh looked startled.
"Of course." Great Perrin Kaelstrom shrugged. "After all, the only reason I hadn't gone home yet was because I was waiting for you."
"..." Lugh fell silent for a moment, then asked quietly. "...Could we wait just a little longer, sir?"
Great Perrin Kaelstrom blinked, but didn't refuse. "...I don't mind. But why?"
"..."
For a moment... Lugh didn't know how to answer.
His gaze drifted unconsciously toward the window. Several Aranara ran about playing, chasing each other around Kirisame Marisa, who was busy dodging while laughing.
Not far from them, several World Organization representatives watched the scene calmly, occasionally jotting something down in their notebooks.
The inhabitants weren't many. But strangely... the atmosphere here felt so peaceful and comfortable.
The first place, after so long, where no one shied away from him.
But just by seeing that gaze... Great Perrin Kaelstrom understood immediately.
He scratched his head, then said in resignation...
"Alright. It's fine if we wait a bit longer."
"Thank you... sir."
***
"This humble one presents herself again, O honored Goddess."
"You don't need to be so formal, elf child."
In the throne room, the group of elves from the Kingdom of Tharorien, including Princess Sylara, once again knelt before Greater Lord Rukhadevatta.
"That's impossible. We wouldn't dare be so presumptuous toward the figure who is to become our symbol of protection."
"..."
Faced with Sylara's resolve, Greater Lord Rukhadevatta found herself momentarily at a loss for words. But her weakened expression already said everything.
"It feels like the first time we met, she wasn't this formal..." Kirisame Marisa murmured while chewing on a snack.
"Heh, at least they know their place, unlike some humans who don't know theirs." Tatsumaki floated by with an irritated expression.
Besides Greater Lord Rukhadevatta and the elves led by Princess Sylara, nearly everyone present had also gathered there, including Great Perrin Kaelstrom and Lugh.
There was no way they could simply sit still, since Greater Lord Rukhadevatta was about to leave her territory.
Yes... to meet the King of Tharorien directly, the goddess had decided to visit the king herself.
Of course, that decision had faced pushback.
"My deepest apologies, Greater Lord Rukhadevatta." Archmage Fellow Davric suddenly spoke up. "You intend to leave this territory? Are you certain?"
That question represented everyone's doubt. The reason was clear. Sumeru City's inhabitants were few, countable on one's fingers, if the Aranara weren't included.
But what sustained this city's existence was Greater Lord Rukhadevatta herself.
If something happened to the God of Wisdom, the problem wouldn't just be Sumeru's collapse. The problem... lay with certain individuals in this city who could only be controlled by the goddess.
Just look at Tatsumaki... No one was certain that girl would remain calm once outside Greater Lord Rukhadevatta's supervision.
Besides, the journey to the Kingdom of Tharorien's territory wasn't simple. Currently, every elf kingdom was in a state of tension.
Though it was nearly impossible anyone here would leak the situation, once word spread that the nearly all-knowing God of Wisdom was real and that these ancient ruins were accessible... the problems it would cause would surely be a tremendous headache.
Greater Lord Rukhadevatta understood all of this. But... she merely smiled.
"Don't worry. I've already arranged several security plans. As for the journey—"
"Forgive the interruption, Greater Lord Rukhadevatta. As for the journey, I believe I can help."
Archmage Fellow Davric spoke seriously.
That wasn't without reason... the Aethergate Tower he led focused on spatial magic and portal abilities, matching the golden portal emblem on their robes.
As the strongest in that tower, with power equivalent to Rank SS, his control over space was extraordinary.
That was also the reason he'd been chosen as a representative and accompanied Lux... they needed someone capable of covering extremely great distances in a short time.
However...
"Ah, thank you for the offer, it's just that..." Greater Lord Rukhadevatta hesitated briefly, but continued speaking gently. "Actually... there's no need. Someone else can already do the same thing."
"Eh?"
Everyone was startled, including Princess Sylara. Great Perrin Kaelstrom even raised an eyebrow.
Not long after, they understood... because a portal suddenly opened not far from them.
𝙒𝙊𝙎𝙃!
From within that portal emerged a slender, graceful young woman, her face beautiful, her demeanor calm and full of confidence.
Her short blond hair swayed lightly, the top strands pale as snow. A navy uniform with red stripes wrapped around her slender body, and her right earring swung with every movement.
Her blue eyes narrowed calmly as she observed those around her, then... she smiled.
"Sorry for startling you all with this kind of entrance. This is our first meeting... I'm Izumo Tenka. I'm responsible for Sumeru City's security, and also..." Her eyes blinked gently. "...the one who let you all in. In other words, I'm the one in charge of the 'ancient ruins' out there."
"Hoho... spatial manipulation so seamless it's barely noticeable." Great Perrin Kaelstrom watched her with interest, then laughed. "Truly, I don't think even Archmage Fellow Davric could control space that smoothly."
"..."
Archmage Fellow Davric said nothing, but his slightly sour expression showed he was somewhat offended.
But it had to be admitted... some of them had been fairly wary of her. These past few days, they'd indeed sensed being watched, and this girl was most likely the culprit.
"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm more interested in all of you than in my own abilities."
Without paying the compliment much mind, Izumo Tenka studied the elves closely while holding her chin.
"Hmm~ pointed ears, magical aura this thick... so you're what's called elves, huh? Interesting."
The elves, including Princess Sylara, immediately grew wary of this suspicious human.
"Fufu, good reaction. Being wary of strangers is the mark of a good leader. But look, my hands are empty, aren't they? At least for now."
"..." They grew even more tense.
"Tenka..."
Greater Lord Rukhadevatta's voice sounded, mildly chiding.
"Oops, just kidding." Izumo Tenka chuckled softly, then swept her gaze across everyone.
"Besides, this is the first time Sumeru City has had this many guests, so I'm quite curious. Besides that..."
Her gaze paused briefly on Lugh.
Feeling that gaze, Lugh's body tensed. It felt as if that woman could see straight through his cloak to his true form.
Fortunately... Izumo Tenka only glanced at him briefly, then shifted to another figure... Lux.
"You've finally come home, Lux. How have you been out there?"
"...I'm fine."
"Huh?! He gets a reply, but why did you just stay silent when I greeted you?!"
Kirisame Marisa shook Lux's body in irritation, but the masked teenager didn't even budge.
Watching this, Izumo Tenka just chuckled, then turned back to face Greater Lord Rukhadevatta.
"I've locked in several coordinates toward the Elf Kingdom. Just one step into the portal I'll make, and we'll arrive there."
"I see... So, Princess Sylara? Is your father ready?" Greater Lord Rukhadevatta asked gently, making the princess startle slightly.
"I-if there's no issue, I believe Father is ready to receive you."
"In that case, I'll—"
"Wait!" Tatsumaki suddenly stopped her with a loud voice.
"What is it, Tatsumaki?"
"Are you seriously planning to go without bringing anyone?! Are you insane or something?!"
Everyone stared at Tatsumaki in silence, disbelieving she'd dare speak so harshly. But at the same time, they had to admit her point was valid.
"Eh?" Greater Lord Rukhadevatta blinked. "Isn't Tenka already coming along?"
"Huh?! Just one person?! At minimum, three or four! Besides, Tenka isn't that strong!"
"...Good grief, Miss Tatsumaki." Izumo Tenka kept her sweet smile, but the corners of her eyes weren't smiling at all. "That was rather hurtful, you know. Sometime, how about we see who's 'not that strong'?"
"Heh, you want to try me?!"
"..." Izumo Tenka merely smiled, but her narrowed gaze said everything.
"Alright, alright... calm down, both of you." Greater Lord Rukhadevatta hurriedly intervened. "I'll grant Tatsumaki's request. So there's no need to fight."
The problem was... they didn't have many people they could bring along. Izumo Tenka was clearly coming. Kirisame Marisa and Tatsumaki? Don't joke, both of them would surely only cause trouble. Actually, there were only two parties left who could be reasoned with... but Greater Lord Rukhadevatta doubted whether they'd be willing.
Until...
"What about us?" Great Perrin Kaelstrom suddenly spoke up.
"...Are you certain?" Greater Lord Rukhadevatta hadn't expected that. "I don't want to trouble you."
"Yes, you might be 'all-knowing,' the God of Wisdom, but at the same time, you're not yet very experienced in matters of politics."
"...Did he just mock Rukha?" Kirisame Marisa murmured.
Tatsumaki was about to erupt, but Greater Lord Rukhadevatta instead acknowledged it happily. "Yes, you're right. When it comes to politics, I'm still like a child just learning to walk."
She laughed softly, not offended in the slightest.
"In that case, this is the right time." Great Perrin Kaelstrom grinned widely. "Let one of us come with you. Besides being able to protect you, I'm certain they'll be very useful in negotiating with those elves."
"This..." Greater Lord Rukhadevatta thought for a moment. But looking at the hopeful humans around her, she couldn't bring herself to refuse... so she nodded.
"Alright," she said gently with a smile. "If you're willing to accompany me, I'd be very grateful."
***
Kingdom of Tharorien.
Long ago, they were an extremely powerful elf kingdom, perhaps even the wealthiest among all elf kingdoms. But after the Transcendent being that protected them died, the kingdom declined drastically.
The 'blessing' from the figure they'd revered vanished, and their military strength weakened along with it. Enemy kingdoms didn't let that opportunity slip, launching their attacks.
Elves were fundamentally quite arrogant. Because of that, their relationships with other kingdoms were poor, so no one was willing to lend a hand. One by one, their resource-rich territories were seized. Eventually, they lost not only their once-astonishing combat strength, but also most of their wealth.
What had once been one of the strongest and wealthiest was now the weakest and poorest.
So when word arrived that the crown princess had successfully entered those ancient ruins and even made contact with the Transcendent being within, the elves' joy knew no bounds. They hurried to prepare and awaited the Transcendent being's arrival with nervous anticipation.
But unlike the other officials and nobles, only the King of Tharorien, Caelan van Tharorien, remained calm.
Hearing that the Transcendent being wished to meet and speak with him directly, honestly... Caelan didn't hold much hope.
That was only natural, since his kingdom had nothing to offer that would make a being like that willing to help.
Besides, the king still wondered. Was it truly a Transcendent being? Especially since it seemed hard to believe it was the God of Wisdom... What if it was merely an evil creature disguised as a pure-hearted Transcendent?
Not only King Caelan thought this way. Some of the nobles felt the same.
But the moment they saw her figure in person... all those doubts were shattered.
𝙒𝙊𝙎𝙃!
The portal that suddenly appeared in the throne room should have put everyone on alert.
But what happened was the opposite... not a single elf drew their weapon. Not a single one retreated.
The moment the soft green light from the portal touched the floor, the air that had felt heavy for days seemed to let out a long exhale. The scent of wet earth after rain, young leaves, and newly bloomed flowers drifted gently among the dull marble pillars.
The guards, usually stiff with their spears never leaving their grip, unconsciously lowered their shoulders. An elderly noble even seemed to forget to breathe.
They finally saw her.
A group of humans stepped out from the portal. In the back row, their crown princess—Sylara van Tharorien—emerged along with the other elves.
But... their attention was fixed on only one figure.
Among them all, light footsteps could be heard.
A long white gown swept across the floor, and silvery-white hair fading into emerald green swayed gently.
"Ah..."
King Caelan's old body trembled.
For years he'd carried a kingdom slowly collapsing without ever showing fear.
He'd already prepared to judge, prepared to suspect, even prepared to remain cold. But the moment that clear green gaze met his eyes... all that preparation simply evaporated.
He saw none of the oppressive aura possessed by the Transcendent beings of legend. Nor a ruler looking down upon mortal beings. What he saw was only... a pair of warm eyes, holding wisdom as old as time itself, but without the slightest trace of arrogance.
There was something else there, something that made the king's chest feel tight. It felt like morning sunlight piercing through fog after a very long night.
"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Rukhadevatta. People usually call me Greater Lord Rukhadevatta or God of Wisdom, but you may address me however feels most comfortable."
Without realizing it, King Caelan rose from his throne.
Then, before all the nobles...
He knelt on one knee.
Not just him. Every noble present knelt along with him.
"It is an honor to meet you, O Goddess. This humble one is named Caelan van Tharorien. On behalf of all elves in this kingdom... this humble one is deeply grateful you've seen fit to come to this lowly place."
"..."
Everyone stood stunned.
But Princess Sylara quickly came to her senses and hurried to do the same alongside the other elves.
Archmage Fellow Davric, who'd been about to speak, froze in his tracks. He'd assumed these elves would act arrogantly toward the God of Wisdom and had been prepared to teach them a lesson.
Who would have thought... even before he could react, the elves, including the nobles, had already melted the instant they laid eyes on Greater Lord Rukhadevatta.
Besides Izumo Tenka, those accompanying the goddess were Archmage Fellow Davric and Artemisia Bell Ashcroft.
After lengthy discussion, Aethergate Tower and the Hunter Association had finally been chosen to escort Greater Lord Rukhadevatta, while the others remained on guard in Sumeru.
After all, if too many came along, they might be suspected of intending an attack...
But it had to be admitted... the Kingdom of Tharorien, as it appeared now, truly deserved to be called squalid.
Just look at King Caelan's appearance. A frail old man, with thin white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a weary gaze—far from the majestic image of an elf king. His golden robe was faded and worn in several places, while his crown was simple, without ornamentation. Perhaps its gems had been sold off or lost to meet the kingdom's needs.
Forget about wealth... as for combat strength, Artemisia alone—equivalent to Rank S—would already be more than enough to conquer this kingdom...
Quietly, Archmage Fellow Davric glanced at Artemisia—the Hunter Association's representative—who was now organizing her group with a calm, professional expression.
"Our deepest apologies for being unable to prepare a fitting welcome, Goddess..."
"Ah, it's fine. I don't mind." Greater Lord Rukhadevatta said gently. "Besides, I'm certain there are matters more important than that."
"..."
King Caelan fell silent for a moment. But faced with that gentle gaze, the old man finally relented.
"Very well... Truly, among all the Transcendent beings I've ever encountered, you are the most generous."
"Your praise is too much..." Greater Lord Rukhadevatta looked slightly awkward.
"In that case, please forgive this humble one's exceedingly presumptuous request." King Caelan took a deep breath, then bowed his head humbly. "As King of the Kingdom of Tharorien, this humble one presents a most insolent plea to you."
He then voiced his wish.
"We beg you... become the symbol of our kingdom."
"..."
Everyone fell silent for a moment, watching the once so arrogant king now pleading.
"Currently our kingdom is in a state of emergency. Neither military strength nor resources, not one of them can we rely upon. This humble old body of mine cannot withstand the assaults of the other elf kingdoms."
"That's strange, King Caelan." Archmage Fellow Davric spoke calmly. "If I recall, you possess a Transcendent being, don't you?"
"..." King Caelan glanced at him briefly. Normally he'd be reluctant to answer a mere human's question, but...
"This kingdom did indeed possess one. However, in a certain incident, that Transcendent being 'passed away.'"
"Hm~ passed away, you say? You sound rather uncertain." Izumo Tenka listened carefully.
"Regarding that..." King Caelan hesitated briefly. But seeing Greater Lord Rukhadevatta watching him, he continued with a heavy heart. "You're correct. We aren't certain whether he truly passed away or not. What's certain... is that we need a figure who can protect us so we might rise again."
"..."
"We have no wealth. Just feeding our people is already a struggle."
"I believe that's not quite accurate, King Caelan." Artemisia, who'd only been organizing the hunters until now, spoke up.
From somewhere, she'd already opened a tablet and explained calmly. "According to data in the Hunter Association's database, the Kingdom of Tharorien possesses one 'national treasure' in the form of a crown. Am I mistaken?"
"..."
Hearing that, every elf's expression turned strange, making Archmage Fellow Davric narrow his eyes.
"Is there a problem, King Caelan?"
"No, actually..." King Caelan laughed bitterly. "The national treasure you're referring to is nothing but a worthless crown. Long ago, it was indeed all-powerful. But after the Transcendent being that protected us vanished, that crown no longer functions."
If the crown still functioned, surely King Caelan would gladly hand it over to Greater Lord Rukhadevatta. But now it was just an ornament... who would want it?
Strangely, though... Greater Lord Rukhadevatta seemed to ponder for a moment, then slowly parted her lips.
"I don't mind."
"...Pardon?" Not just King Caelan, everyone thought their ears had deceived them.
But they hadn't misheard.
"Please. That crown... I shall accept it."
"But O Goddess, that item is not—"
"This isn't about whether it's useful or not." Greater Lord Rukhadevatta smiled faintly. "This is about your 'sincerity.'"
Ah...
This time, the elves truly could no longer hold onto their pride.
Whatever remnant of a thought to 'exploit' the God of Wisdom's kindness, that might have briefly crossed their minds, vanished like ash. Once again, every elf prostrated themselves with full reverence and gratitude.
"As you wish, O Goddess."
"..."
"A touching sight." Izumo Tenka chuckled.
Archmage Fellow Davric beside her merely watched in silence.
He'd expected this to be an exhausting political battle. Who would have thought, these elves had already surrendered before even trying.
He turned, and one of his subordinates asked unconsciously.
"What shall we do now, sir?"
"Where else? I think everything's settled, so we're heading back."
But before they could take a step—
𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙆𝙆!!
The great doors of the throne room burst open.
An elf soldier staggered in. His silver armor was dented in many places, blood flowed from his temple, and his breath came ragged as if he'd just run through hell.
"Your Majesty! There's an attack! There's an attack!"
Every head turned. The guards immediately lowered their spears and readied themselves. Everyone's expression changed.
"Calm down! Report properly!" a noble snapped, his face pale.
The soldier dropped to his knees, his voice trembling.
"The eastern border... our fortress has fallen! Enemy forces stormed in without warning! They... they didn't come through the gate. They appeared out of—"
His words cut off.
The light in the throne room dimmed. Not because of clouds. Not because of dusk.
The stained-glass windows that had been radiating daylight now went dark, as if a giant hand had covered the sun.
Within just a few breaths, the sky outside changed. Clear blue was replaced by pitch black, and unfamiliar stars appeared, cold and unwelcoming.
Night. In the middle of the day.
"What is this..." An elderly noble staggered back, his body trembling.
The torches on the walls swayed wildly.
The air that had been warm and smelled of wet earth turned damp and heavy, carrying the scent of iron and something rotting.
Then...
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙈...!!!
A tremendous explosion roared throughout the entire area! The once-calm throne room shook violently as if struck by an earthquake.
But instead of panicking, everyone unconsciously looked up, then...
"Good heavens..."
In that night sky, a shimmering, flickering golden magic circle formed. And from within it... an angel emerged.
More precisely, a humanoid being in the form of a giant angel with twelve wings spread wide and four arms, each gripping a terrifying blade of light.
One of the strongest summoned beings... Judgment Seraph.
Judgment Seraph looked down at them from above, devoid of emotion. Without blinking, without a single word, it drew its sword.
Just one swing. But... that was enough to unleash a giant slash of light that shot swiftly toward them!
Seeing that slash, their bodies went weak. Unconsciously, they couldn't fight back, because they knew... they were about to die.
—Or so it should have been.
𝙒𝙊𝙎𝙃!
Just before that slash reached them, a devastating dark spatial vortex suddenly appeared in the middle, swallowing that slash of light as if it were nothing.
"Fuh, seems it's my turn now."
Footsteps sounded along with a casual remark.
Izumo Tenka, with a calm and confident expression, stood without hesitation before them all. Without turning, she said.
"I'll handle this part. So... Archmage Fellow Davric, I'm entrusting my goddess's safety to you~"
"..." Archmage Fellow Davric looked at her, then answered in a heavy tone. "...I know."
Izumo Tenka chuckled softly.
"Tenka... be careful," Greater Lord Rukhadevatta said with slight worry.
"Don't worry." Izumo Tenka smiled faintly. "I'm not that weak."
At the same time, her expression turned serious. She narrowed her eyes, walked slowly, then in the next instant...
𝙒𝙊𝙎𝙃!
The sound of space tearing could be heard clearly. When they turned to look again, Izumo Tenka had already appeared right beside Judgment Seraph!
As if sensing it, all four blades of light automatically slashed down at once!
Izumo Tenka didn't retreat. She merely snapped her fingers...
𝙎𝙍𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙏!
The space before her folded like paper. All four blades of light struck that fold, then emerged from another gap directly above Judgment Seraph's own head!
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙈!!
An unavoidable clash erupted!
Of course, those witnessing it didn't stay idle.
"Summon the troops! Gather all forces! Command the entire army!" King Caelan shouted loudly.
"Y-yes, Your Majesty!" A soldier hurried off.
"Don't just stand there! Move! Do you think I brought you here for nothing?!" Archmage Fellow Davric shouted irritably at his subordinate mages.
"Understood, sir!"
The Aethergate Tower mages scattered immediately. Archmage Fellow Davric himself drew out his staff and said calmly to Greater Lord Rukhadevatta.
"God of Wisdom, we must leave this place immediately. If not—"
"No. That would be pointless. Right now it's nearly impossible to leave the Kingdom of Tharorien." Greater Lord Rukhadevatta shook her head with a complicated expression. "That night-sky phenomenon... there's something special about it capable of disrupting long-distance teleportation. Besides, we'll also have difficulty communicating with the outside world to request help."
"That..." Archmage Fellow Davric furrowed his brow.
If that statement was true, then this night sky was most likely the work of a certain Transcendent being. And that... was certainly bad news. Though Greater Lord Rukhadevatta herself was a Transcendent, she clearly wasn't a close-combat fighter.
Sylara hurriedly spoke up.
"O Goddess, this humble one knows a place where we might be able to send a request for help."
"You have a place like that? Why didn't you say so from the start?"
Sylara glanced at Archmage Fellow Davric, who looked displeased, but still chose to explain.
"It's because the location is quite far from the throne room and we rarely use it..."
"Enough, don't waste time. Let me read a bit of your mind so I can open a portal straight to the—"
"I'm afraid that's impossible, Lord Fellow." Greater Lord Rukhadevatta said quietly after sensing it. "For safety reasons, the use of teleportation there is forbidden. We must travel there on foot directly."
"...These elves are truly troublesome," Archmage Fellow Davric said grimly.
However...
"If that's how it is..." He narrowed his eyes. "Show me the exact direction of the location. I'll use my magic to attempt teleportation within the distance limits the rule allows."
Sylara pointed eastward.
"Over there—"
But before she could finish her sentence, Archmage Fellow Davric had already acted!
𝙒𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙃!!
A golden circle enveloped them, and in the next instant, they vanished!