The tradition of tea gatherings, like the Sunset Gathering, had always existed in the Wizarding World.
Back when the elements of heaven and earth were still obscure, and the boundaries between schools were not yet so distinct, wizards would light bonfires beneath star-filled skies, treating knowledge as wine and experience as delicacies to share with one another.
They exchanged insights and results from spells, meditation, and experimental research, even trading personally created rune marks.
The brilliance of any civilization could not exist without the contributions and drive of gifted, broad-minded individuals.
Of course, as time passed, tea gatherings among wizards had become far more purposeful and private.
The radiance of the Miracle shone even more brilliantly than the blazing sun, illuminating the faces of the Thorn Ring's Ring Masters. Their expressions shifted constantly; only the First Tower Master, also a Fourth-Ring Miracle, remained calm.
He raised his right hand. The jeweled silver-white wand in his palm emitted a hazy white glow. An invisible mechanism in the void was pried open, and the enormous metal ring beneath their feet abruptly collapsed—
It transformed into countless metal cubes of identical size, blooming outward like a flower before swiftly recombining into a vast bowl-shaped platform.
Metal stairs extended in all directions like welcoming bridges, connecting to every Spell Airship.
The light of the Miracle hanging high in the sky receded, and figures descended one after another, walking step by step along the metal stairs toward the center.
The entire Thorn Ring was alarmed by the sudden commotion. Large numbers of Thorn Ring wizards flew out from around and beneath the five Wizard Towers, raising their heads in uncertain astonishment.
On the enormous metal platform, seven Miracle Wizards gathered together and slowly approached the people of the Ring of Law.
Nearly tangible magical fluctuations