After leaving the planet belonging to Sacred Flame Judgment Academy, Lynn stood on the stone platform at the next transit point.
The light of the teleportation array had yet to fully fade, silver-white radiance dancing beneath his feet.
This was a small planet, poor in resources and sparsely populated.
Beside the stone platform stood an apprentice in a short gray robe, an iron-gray badge pinned to his chest.
This was an ordinary neutral faction, unaffiliated with any major academy.
For factions like this, having a Stigma-level Wizard in residence was already remarkable. Some did not even have anyone stronger than a third-ring Wizard.
Lynn crouched and took a carving knife from his ring.
The gray-robed apprentice seemed accustomed to being timid and did not try to stop him.
After Lynn finished carving a complete communication wizard array, he engraved his own Stigma mark at its center, then carved the communication frequency beneath it.
Only then did he stand and look at the apprentice.
"I am Lynn, a Stigma Wizard of Bone Spire. This wizard array is my communication base station. Keep watch over it and do not let anyone damage it. If anyone touches it, contact me immediately."
A Stigma Wizard?
The apprentice's mouth fell open, seemingly unable to believe it.
He did not know whether to agree or refuse. Lynn did not wait for his answer, instead stepping onto the teleportation array and heading for the next transit point.
He believed this small faction would not dare reject the request of a Stigma Wizard.
The apprentice remained where he was, clutching the communication wizard artifact in his hand. After hesitating for a long time, he finally dialed the frequency of the resident Wizard.
Similar scenes played out repeatedly over the next several transit points.
Some factions agreed immediately, while