"To our west lies the Black Magic Society's base." Ang's voice was cold and low, yet carried unquestionable authority.
"You need to hide here. I'm going to gather the Nightmare Knights."
Afterward, he led everyone out of the Underground Space.
Under the sunlight, the sight before them made their hearts sink.
As far as the eye could see, the land was barren. Vegetation was sparse, and even the distant mountains looked dry and feeble.
Georgie could not help sighing. "Uh, this... doesn't really look like a complete plane. It's too desolate."
Ang glanced at him, his tone calm yet meaningful. "It's most likely because of an imbalance in the elements."
Everyone fell silent.
An indescribable oppression filled the air, as though the plane itself was groaning.
Ang did not linger. He merely gave them detailed instructions on concealment and vigilance.
Then, he entered the Magic Teleportation Array once more, and his figure gradually vanished.
Within only a few breaths, he had returned to Amnath City.
Without resting, Ang immediately set out for Fortress of Will, planning to return to the Empire through the teleportation array there.
The journey back and forth had gone by with barely a moment of pause.
Only three days later did his figure appear outside Lehol City once again.
"Ugh, it's really troublesome without a direct Magic Teleportation Array." Ang looked up at Lehol City and murmured softly to himself.
His eyes were icy, yet his feet never stepped into the city.
Standing in the wind, he slowly released an exceedingly secretive ripple.
It was the unique summoning order of the Nightmare Knights.
The knights scattered throughout Lehol City and its surroundings would receive the message immediately.
"Everyone, gather outside Ruse City," Ang ordered.
Only after finishing all this did he mount his Magic Broom