Chapter 342: Old Friends
After confirming that no one else chose to withdraw, the Level 8 Wizard at the head of the group gave a slight nod.
"Good."
He said no more. He merely raised a hand and gave the void behind him a light wave.
In an instant, the simulated sky above their heads slowly parted to either side like curtains, revealing the deep, boundless starry expanse beyond.
Against that backdrop of stars, a vast, dark circular spatial rift hovered silently in the air. Its edges twisted ceaselessly, radiating an ominous pull, like the eye of some colossal beast staring down at all the wizards ready for departure.
"Go!"
The Level 8 Wizard's voice rang out like a great bell, echoing across the entire ship Plane:
"Set off!"
"Benjamin, get up and eat! If you don't get up now, you'll be late for school!!"
A familiar yet slightly urgent female voice pierced through the bedroom door, forcibly dragging Benjamin from his muddled sleep.
He sat up blankly and rubbed his eyes. The sunlight outside the window was somewhat blinding.
His mind felt veiled by a thin layer of gauze, his thoughts sticky and sluggish.
He instinctively grabbed the clothes beside his bed—a set of perfectly ordinary teenage casual wear—put them on mechanically, then swayed as he pulled open his bedroom door and walked into the living room.
The air was filled with the aroma of food.
His mother wore an apron as she carried the last plate of stir-fried greens to the dining table.
As always, his father sat in his own designated chair, staring at the ultrathin television screen hanging on the wall. The clear, precise voice of a news anchor came from it:
"...Yesterday, military spokesmen confirmed that the Seventh Mixed Fleet had successfully seized