Hao Ren and Vivian had seriously discussed the location for the Summoning Ritual. For this ritual, Hao Ren had only one goal: stability. The steadier, the better. As long as it was possible, every risky factor had to be eliminated during the preparations. Vivian therefore needed a stable casting environment, a complete security system capable of monitoring Magic Power, and a complicated amplification device. All of these were facilities from the realm of magic. To Hao Ren, who dealt with technological equipment all day, they were somewhat difficult to understand. But he did not need to understand the specific principles. He only needed to organize the data and requirements Vivian had listed. The Erem Elves had prepared such a place—their Royal District's magic tower.
The Erem Elves had risen from the realm of magic, and even now they remained experts in it. One should not assume that the spaceships they built, the spatial fortresses they constructed, and the solar-material collection stations they developed were all high-tech gadgets. In fact, once technology and magic developed to a certain level, it was impossible to tell them apart. Erem aircraft had begun with Floating, the predecessors of plasma weapons had been blades and swords imbued with scorching enchantments, and the Corona Station of years past—an advanced device resembling an early Dyson-ring collector—had been a gigantic, semipermanent enchanted structure. So if Hao Ren wanted to find a true expert in magic among the forces under his command, the Erem Elves were unquestionably the best choice.
Even though they had lived somewhat miserable lives in their old homeland and had not even managed to leave their planetary system, these elves, who had been forced to develop their technology tree at home for thousands of years, possessed an utterly insane foundation in the precise control of