The teleportation had barely ended when Benjamin, before he could even make out his surroundings, felt his body sink.
It was a feeling of oppression rising from the depths of his soul, as if the entire world were collapsing down upon him.
Benjamin's knees bent involuntarily, and his whole body toppled downward out of control.
"Stand firm."
Clark's voice sounded beside his ear.
A hand landed on his shoulder, while another force supported his arm from the other side—Viola had acted as well.
With their assistance, Benjamin steadied himself and gasped for breath.
That instant had come so suddenly that before he could react, both his mind and body had been crushed by some invisible force.
Benjamin straightened up and carefully sensed his surroundings. Only then did he finally understand what had happened.
That was... pressure.
The unconsciously leaking spiritual pressure of countless high-level wizards had gathered together, forming an invisible ocean.
That pressure was everywhere, so heavy it felt tangible. Every breath required him to exert all his strength.
Benjamin looked up.
They were standing on an enormous metal platform. Wizards packed the surrounding area as densely as possible.
Level 6 Wizards, who were usually rarely seen, had gathered in bustling crowds like ordinary people.
Level 7 Wizards were no rarity either; a glance was enough to reveal group after group of them.
Some were conversing quietly, some had their eyes closed in meditation, while others surveyed their fellow wizards around them.
And in the sky...
Benjamin raised his head, his pupils contracting slightly.
There were many people floating casually in the air as well.
Given that Level 6 Wizards and Level 7 Wizards could only remain on the ground, those people who were qualified to fly could only be... Level 8 Wizards.
And there was an absurd number