Passing through the planar crystal wall of the Faerun plane and plummeting through the atmosphere like a meteor, flashing across the night sky like a shooting star, Punk returned to his own Hatak Imperial Nation in an instant.
The Legendary Mage's return was entirely silent, just as no one had known when he left. Since the caster now took a completely hands-off attitude toward the entire Hatak Imperial Nation, the people of Hatak had not seen their "Legendary powerhouse protector of the nation" for a long time.
But that did not matter. As long as that magnificent Mage Tower stood upon the land, no unrest would arise in the Hatak Imperial Nation. After all, it was perfectly normal for a Legendary Mage to conduct an experiment without leaving home for tens of thousands of years. Short-lived mortals had no right to hope for an audience with a great Legend.
Thus, Punk flew back to his Mage Tower beneath the silent night sky.
The runes on the walls of the towering spire remained beautiful and bright. Moreover, since all the cities surrounding the Mage Tower had moved far away, this area remained utterly quiet despite lying at the very center of the imperial nation. When the caster entered the room through the door halfway up the Mage Tower, only the not-very-intelligent "butler golem" came to greet him.
"Welcome back, Mr. Whisper of Destruction. During the time you were away from the Mage Tower, the four thousand seven hundred and sixty work golems encountered no accidents, and all functions of the Mage Tower have operated properly..."
Reporting information in its rigid, mechanical voice, the butler golem's endless chatter was almost the only sound in the tranquil night.
"No need to report. I already know the Mage Tower's condition."
Impatiently cutting off the