Going (6)

Seeing that everyone still seemed hesitant and deep in thought, as if this were a question they had a choice in answering.

Yet Ang knew clearly—there was no room for choice at all.

The God-Demon Battlefield was not a place one could visit just because one wanted to, nor avoid just because one wished to.

"Then how are we supposed to get to the God-Demon Battlefield?" Ang finally asked.

Duke did not answer directly. Instead, he reached into the Magic Waist Pouch at his waist, set with a blue gemstone, and slowly took out a scroll.

The scroll's outer layer was made from dragonhide, its markings as deep and intricate as a magic array. Faint ripples of magic leaked from it.

"This is a Tier 4 Teleportation Magic scroll." He unfurled it and gently laid it on the table. "It can teleport you directly to the entrance of the God-Demon Battlefield."

"Not directly inside?" Ang raised a brow in slight confusion.

"No." Duke shook his head, his expression solemn. "The God-Demon Battlefield is a special plane—the world closest to both the Abyssal Prison, the Divine Realm, and the Plane Sea."

"It is not merely a place of battle. It is the final line of defense protecting our world from the Abyssal Prison's corruption. If that line collapses, you should know what the consequences will be."

Ang said nothing, merely nodding silently.

Of course he knew—the result would be an irreparable catastrophe.

"That is why the entrances and exits of the God-Demon Battlefield are tightly controlled," Duke continued. "The entrances are protected by magic arrays, and passage in or out must go through designated nodes. Anyone attempting to leave through another route will..."

"Get lost?" Ang finished.

Duke nodded. "Yes, lost within the cracks of space—with no way back."

He did