The discussion in the secret chamber lasted a long time, and all sixteen third-tier experts present were stirred by turbulent emotions.
Desire and ambition gleamed in everyone's eyes. Even through their masks, Therese could still sense the barely contained agitation in each gaze.
"Everyone, I gathered you here today to convey an important piece of news." The host's voice was low yet powerful, exceptionally clear within the vast stone hall.
"We have found a route to the Archipelago Plane. So long as you are willing, every one of you may personally travel there through a Magic Teleportation Array."
The moment those words were spoken, it was like a boulder crashing into a dead-silent lake, instantly stirring monstrous waves.
"What? There really is a teleportation array?"
"If we can reach the Archipelago Plane, that would be a tremendous opportunity!"
"What Ang left behind... if the rumors are true, it may be enough to rewrite every one of our fates."
Therese said nothing. She merely listened quietly, yet her heart could not settle.
That was her homeland, the place where her people had bled and sacrificed, the place she had longed for day and night.
She had thought she would never set foot there again in this lifetime. Who would have expected the Black Magic Society to have already found a way?
The discussion quickly erupted, and nearly all sixteen third-tier experts declared their stance, unhesitatingly expressing their willingness to go.
Some spoke of opportunities, while others bluntly stated that they sought a chance to break through to the fourth tier.
Therese sneered inwardly. They make it sound so righteous, but every last one of them has selfish motives.
But wasn't she the same? If not for her concern for her people, she likely would not have risked joining this unknown gamble.