Avery; Dean Nighte did not keep Benjamin waiting long.
Outside the control room of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, the giant teleportation array slowly lit up.
The next moment, several figures stepped out from the still-unstable spatial ripples.
Walking at the very front was Avery; Nighte.
The Dean still wore that pure white robe, with no ornamentation on its cuffs or collar. Yet when he stepped out of the teleportation array, the elemental flow of the entire plane seemed to stall for an instant.
That was the innate presence a Level 7 Wizard formed on the level of laws.
Four wizards followed behind him, stepping out of the teleportation array in unison.
Without any deliberate concealment, the surrounding elements resonated under the influence of higher laws.
Four entirely distinct auras of law spread out beyond the control room. One could even hear an extremely faint "hum" in the air.
There was no doubt that every one of these wizards was Level 7.
Benjamin stood in the center to greet them. To one side, Viola leaned against the metal wall with her arms folded, her long hair gently lifting in the hot wind, a polite smile resting at the corners of her lips.
Neither side exchanged pleasantries. Dean Avery glanced at Benjamin and went straight to the point.
"Location."
"It's already been locked down." Benjamin raised his hand and spread his fingers.
With the temporary Inter-plane Teleportation Array at work, a pitch-black rift opened before them.
Beyond the rift, a blazing white sea of light woven from three stars slowly revolved.
Everyone stepped inside.
In the next instant, a stellar storm slammed into them head-on.
Near the gravitational balance point of the three stars, vast amounts of Godly Armament wreckage still drifted slowly through the void.
Dean Avery stood in the void,