The Strange Plane and Silence

The dizziness brought on by the ultra-long-distance teleportation had not yet fully faded when Benjamin felt the barren, hard ground beneath his feet.

The free-floating elements in the air were exceedingly sparse, carrying a dry, rusty smell.

He looked up. All around him stretched a boundless dark-red wasteland, and at the horizon, enormous metal components could occasionally be seen half-buried in the soil. "A Ship Plane." Benjamin understood at once.

He was all too familiar with these war bases converted from abandoned planes.

Spatial Stabilization made it suitable for mass troop assembly. Its only drawback was the scarcity of free-floating elements, but it was one of the primary military bases wizards used for planar warfare.

Bzzz!!!

The air kept trembling as teleportation lights continuously flared around them.

Figure after figure emerged from silver-white spatial ripples, each aura more exaggerated than the last.

Benjamin swept his gaze over them, his heart giving a slight jolt.

Every wizard stepping out of the light radiated an oppressive presence that distorted the air around them.

In the elite missions he had taken part in before, Rank 2 and Rank 3 formal wizards had been the main force.

Yet here, Rank 4 and Rank 5 wizards were everywhere within sight. There was even no shortage of Rank 6 grand wizards whose every gesture stirred resonances in the laws.

On several high platforms farther away stood several quiet figures with auras as unfathomable as abysses.

"Those are... Level 7?" Benjamin restrained his aura, understanding dawning in his heart.

"Information processing and Fate School knowledge... as expected, those are fields where high-level wizards gather."

Likewise, planes involving information processing and Fate Law had always been the domain of high-ranking wizards.

Wizards of insufficient rank who came here might not even be able to sense the enemy's existence,