The glow of the Space Teleportation Array slowly faded beneath his feet.
As the light dispersed, Benjamin found himself standing in the center of a vast teleportation plaza.
Above him stretched a clear blue sky, while smooth white stone slabs paved the ground beneath his feet.
Pale golden runic seams were set between the slabs. Their patterns were not intricate, yet every stroke had been carved with utmost precision.
Tall banners stood around the plaza, their fabric fluttering gently in the breeze.
The Colmar Family crest was embroidered on every banner, gleaming softly beneath the sunlight without being harsh on the eyes.
Benjamin slowly spread out his senses, taking in every aura across the plaza.
The elemental density here was not particularly high, nor could he sense any especially powerful lifeforms apart from wizards.
Because everyone living on this plane was an ordinary person!
They were not servant races from other planes, but mundane beings—the most numerous inhabitants of Wizard Civilization, living at the base of the pyramid. Their auras were steady and peaceful, like a sheet of slowly flowing warm water in Benjamin's perception.
If a family's core plane housed mortals rather than combat units, then it was most likely the family's true foundation. This indicated that the plane had never been intended as a resource plane for making money, but rather as an ancestral land for settling mortal relatives, nurturing the younger generation, and continuing the family bloodline.
The Colmar Family's decision to hold this wedding here was itself a statement.
The plaza was crowded with people, guests attending the wedding emerging one after another from different teleportation arrays.
Some wore Star Ring Federation military uniforms, the insignia on their epaulets reflecting a silver sheen under the sunlight. Others wore the standard robes of the various Academies under