Charles felt the pressure too.
He had studied the knowledge of planar warfare under Anderson.
He knew that the choice before him was crucial.
Just as Anderson had said, the middle plane, the one with more desert, was a suitable choice. As long as Charles survived long enough to establish an Outpost Base and summon Anderson's army,
they might be able to recoup their investment and make a profit.
But should they really choose this plane?
Charles could not make up his mind. He glanced at Anderson, but Anderson said nothing, merely giving Charles a firm look.
Charles took a deep breath and said, "Lord Is, please have the five of them switch positions."
As he spoke, Charles closed his eyes and withdrew his spiritual power, no longer looking at the attendants.
Is smiled. "No problem."
With a wave of his hand, the attendants holding the five scrolls did not change places, but the scrolls on their trays swapped positions.
With his eyes closed, Charles cast the first-ring spell Feather Divination once more.
As the spell was cast, everyone in the room focused their attention on the feather slowly descending through the air.
The feather drifted and swayed, its landing spot being Charles's outstretched hand below.
The feather was light. Following its original path, it should have pointed toward the coordinates of that desert plane.
But just as it was about to land in Charles's hand, the tense Charles breathed a little more heavily.
The air he exhaled blew against the feather.
The faintest disturbance from his breath changed the feather's final direction by an angle, making it point toward another set of planar coordinates.
Anderson watched it all, his hand suddenly clenching into a fist.
What did divination rely on?
For a first-ring wizard like Charles, divination was accurate