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Inside the core control room of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, Benjamin floated in midair.

Thousands of rune light-streams circulated around him, each one connected to the enormous three-dimensional spell formation model below—a partial optimization plan for a certain spell.

His left hand was loosely clenched around a pale golden fluid condensed from the Power of Incense, which slowly shifted shape. His right hand swept rapidly through the air, leaving behind strings of intricate wizard rune marks.

Just then, a dark purple crystal embedded in the corner wall of the control room trembled slightly.

It was Viola's dedicated communication rune. Only the very few people acknowledged by Benjamin could directly send a teleportation request to the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

Benjamin raised a brow slightly. His divine sense swept over the crystal, and only after confirming it was indeed his senior's aura did he slowly descend to the ground.

He snapped his fingers, and his research robe was instantly replaced by a simple black wizard robe, with fine silver talisman Seals faintly visible along its hem.

"Teleportation approved."

As his words fell, the space at the side of the control room began to twist, and a stable teleportation gate swiftly took shape.

Benjamin stepped inside. In the next instant, he appeared in the reception room at the other end of the plane.

The decor here was utterly unlike the traditional style of the Wizard World. The walls were made of warm jade, the floor was covered in flame-velvet carpeting that could automatically regulate its temperature, and a set of tables and chairs carved from obsidian and lava crystal floated in the center of the room—all native products of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

The teleportation light faded, revealing Viola's figure.

Benjamin froze for a moment.

The senior he remembered—always elegant and composed, her