Delaka's Battle

Anvis knew his limits. Though the Floating City was powerful, it was not yet capable of clashing head-on with the Imperial Royal Family, whose foundations were immeasurably deep.

Even the Continental Magic Council, which controlled another, more intact Floating City, had only carved out a small autonomous territory at the junction of the continent's three great powers.

Only now did he have enough leeway to slowly attempt to weaken an Imperial Marquis.

Of course, Prophets outside were already searching for Marquis Delaka's whereabouts, but Anvis had blocked them with his own strength and the geographical advantage of the Deep Dream World.

But that could not last forever. The longer it continued, the greater his chances of exposure became. Fortunately, this bold experiment was about to yield its final result.

At the core of the Floating City, within a tranquil spherical space resembling a boundless starry sky, a slender figure in black robes with an indistinct face floated silently at the center.

The next moment, the figure moved. Two dim blue glows suddenly lit up within its blurred face.

"Bohemia, lift the Control Room lockdown and send me to the Seventh District."

Breaking away from the godlike observational perspective of being one with the Floating City, Anvis opened his eyes.

After the Floating City's energy had fully recovered, the main Control Room had been arranged in this void-like style. Countless glittering Magic Crystals floated through the darkness around him like stars, evoking an indescribable sense of loftiness and mystery.

"Your will, Controller, Your Excellency."

As Bohemia's gentle yet inorganic voice sounded, a round door resembling a Silver Moon, radiating pale white light, appeared at one side of the space.

Anvis drifted into that "Silver Moon," and when he reappeared, he was already in a district that looked somewhat ruined.

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