Red tapped the glowing rune on his armrest. The communication terminal expanded, projecting a crisp audio feed from the Third Continent directly into the sanctuary.
"Targets secured, Sovereign," Iron-Scale reported. The clink of star-iron chains echoed through the transmission. "They are completely incapacitated and stripped of their weapons."
[ Excellent work. ] Red replied, his voice projecting through the shattered crystal fragments scattered across the cavern floor miles below. [ Stand back from the prisoners. I am sending the extractor. ]
Red glanced down and saw Glitch practically vibrating with anticipation.
Red locked onto the exact coordinates of Iron-Scale's mana core and tore a localized spatial rift directly above the bound Earthlings.
A glowing crimson prompt instantly materialized in front of his eyes:
[ BASE SUMMONING COST: 1,500,000 DP ]
[ SUSTAINMENT UPKEEP: 50,000 DP PER MINUTE ]
Glitch leaped off the throne room floor and vanished into the tear.
