The Tulip Family's fleet arrived, followed by the fleets from Black Horse Island and Iron Hoof Island. One after another, great numbers of ships transported knights and commoners to Mind Island.
Paris stood before the pitch-black, unfathomably deep magic gate, overwhelmed by an unimaginable shock.
Though she had never been interested in history, novels, or the like, she still knew that magic teleportation arrays were powerful magical creations that belonged to legend. Yet one had truly appeared before her eyes. She normally dealt with the Magic Guild, and those magicians had to fuss around for ages just to cast a little fireball.
Even Great Magicians caused only minor effects with their spells, not nearly as powerful as the techniques she unleashed when soaring and flashing about.
Even A Ke, a Magister, had never seemed all that miraculous to her, since she rarely saw A Ke fight.
Yet now, facing the magic gate, she finally understood just how incredible magic was. She had heard Chris Truth say that in this era, the magic net had shrunk and magic had withered away. Only by restoring the magic net to the level it had possessed during the Moon Empire era could the unfathomable wonder of magical creations truly be revealed.
"Captain Paris, what are you thinking about?" Speak of the devil, and the devil arrived. Chris, the vice president of the Magic Guild, had somehow come from the Magic Guild's camp to stand before the magic gate.
"I was thinking about how terrifying magic is."
"Magic is the most direct manifestation of truth, and truth is the deepest mystery of this world—bottomless and unfathomable. But as magicians, exploring truth and taming magic are the ideals we pursue throughout our lives... Though you are not a magician, you should still seek truth more often."