Benjamin did not act immediately.
He opened the private channel on the Magic Network Terminal, brought up the map, and carefully studied the suspected areas Alston had marked.
The map was densely covered with more than a hundred red dots, scattered across every corner of the plane.
He needed to choose a suitable point of entry.
There could not be too many wizards. Too many people meant too many eyes, and no one would be polite when it came to snatching spoils.
The more wizards there were, the lower his chances of obtaining any spoils would be.
Nor could he choose somewhere too remote.
If the strange phenomenon was truly that dangerous, even he had to think twice before venturing alone into an unknown area.
Benjamin's finger moved across the map, and his gaze finally settled on one location.
That red dot was marked at the edge of a forest, quite a distance from the nearest other red dot.
The map's notes showed that abnormal villager deaths had recently occurred in that area.
"Here, then."
Benjamin put away the map. His body transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon.
Along the way, in order to avoid his flying speed having too great an impact on the plane, Benjamin maintained a relatively low, steady speed.
He made sure to fly slowly through the high skies at only twenty times the speed of sound, leaving a faint trail of light beneath the amber sky.
Although this Miniature Glass Garden plane was exquisite enough to resemble a toy, its actual area was not small.
At his current speed, it would take roughly twenty minutes to travel from the teleportation platform to the target area.
That was enough time for him to do many things... such as observing his competitors.