Inside Fortress of Will's portal hall, the air carried a faint, acrid smell of scorching.
"What are you doing?" Pute's face darkened as his gaze swept over the fully armed soldiers. Anxiety kept rising in his chest. "If you shut down the Plane Portal, what are ordinary people like us supposed to do?"
Dana's expression was cold and stern, but his voice carried unquestionable authority. "The situation is special right now. You only need to focus on developing in the Archipelago Plane. Don't worry, we have no intention of occupying your land. We are merely destroying the portal."
His voice echoed through the hall, carrying a sharp, oppressive force.
Pute's face shifted between green and white, his heart filled with resentment.
His lips moved, but in the end, he merely sighed. His tone was full of helplessness. "You're trapping us here to die..."
Dana offered no further explanation. Instead, he waved his hand, ordering his men to clear away the surrounding crowd before throwing magic bombs inside.
With an ear-splitting boom, the very foundations of the Plane Portal were blasted into dust.
Destructive magical currents churned through the air. Even if the Astrologer's Guild, the most skilled in spatial arrays, attempted repairs, it would take hundreds of top craftsmen working together to restart it.
Pute stared blankly at the scene before him, his mind reduced to utter chaos.
Then he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with crushing powerlessness. "What the hell is this..."
After finishing everything, Dana led his men away with clean efficiency.
Pute watched their receding backs, his heart heavy, as though an ominous premonition had settled over all of Fortress of Will.
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World City presented an entirely different scene.
The streets teemed with people. Countless magical arrays flashed, while convoys and flying magical beasts