On the teleportation platform, Lynn heard the apprentice's message but ignored it, continuing to carve the communication wizard array.
The third rune, the fourth, the fifth... Rune patterns spread across the stone slab as a complete wizard array gradually took shape.
At that moment, the sound of something cutting through the air came from afar.
A middle-aged Wizard in a dark gray robe descended from the sky and landed beside the stone platform.
A silver two-ring Wizard badge was pinned to his chest. Smiling, he landed directly beside Lynn.
His gaze fell upon Lynn's robe and then the mark upon it. His pupils contracted, and he immediately bent at the waist.
"This Gray Tower stationed Wizard greets you, my lord. I did not know of your arrival and failed to welcome you from afar."
His voice was steady, but only he knew how panicked he truly was.
Lynn did not look up. "Mm."
The middle-aged Wizard straightened and stood at the edge of the platform, carefully watching Lynn carve the wizard array.
His hands clenched at his sides beneath his robe. He glanced at the apprentice, who lowered his head and did not dare meet his gaze.
His failure to stop this in advance was a grave dereliction of duty.
The middle-aged Wizard did not pursue the matter further. After all, the other party was a Stigma Wizard. Trying to stop him could easily anger him, and being killed on the spot would not have been unusual.
The middle-aged Wizard turned back and looked at the runes.
He was not a professional runesmith and did not recognize the paths of these runes, but he could sense that they carried no energy fluctuations and would not interfere with the teleportation array.
His shoulders relaxed slightly.
It seemed... to be a wizard