Siting quietly watched the distance. Only after a long while did he let out a low chuckle. "Those are the ripples of spell creation. To stir the world consciousness... looks like a rather good spell."
Sanders had naturally sensed it as well, but spell creation itself was not what concerned him. When he had created spells back then, the world consciousness had also descended, and the scope of the phenomenon had ranked among the greatest of the past several centuries.
What concerned him more was the location.
"This direction, and this distance..." Sanders frowned. "Why does it feel as though it came from Whisker Whale Sea?"
Siting nodded as well. "It is indeed Whisker Whale Sea, very close to the forbidden magic zone. I wonder who would choose to create a spell there."
The forbidden magic zone was the Old Earth Continent.
So close to the Old Earth Continent? A premonition suddenly rose in Sanders' heart.
After a moment of silence, he rose and said to Siting, "Thank you for today. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."
After saying that, without waiting for Siting to respond, Sanders vanished from the Ironhide Wizard Tower.
Siting softly muttered, "Leaving in such a hurry. I was going to ask him about Angel... sigh... forget it. Muse seemed to mention before that he had given Angel the Research Institute's access card. I'll ask next time I return to the Research Institute."
On the other side, Sanders went directly to a corner of Punk Theme Park, beneath a large tree hung with colorful balloons.
Near the tree was the Spirit Demon Circus, a circus that took pleasure in tormenting the undead. Even standing beneath the tree, he could hear miserable cries drifting from within the circus.
Sanders knocked on the