With that said, she watched as her disciples and the others moved behind her.
Serie raised her right hand, and crystalline structures formed from mana appeared out of thin air, creating a dense, opaque barrier around the four of them.
Once the Light-blocking Barrier had stabilized, Serie's carefree expression grew slightly more serious.
The mana that had lain dormant within her for so long seemed to loosen for a moment. An abyssal, oceanic quantity of it instantly gathered at her fingertips.
After swiftly constructing several magic circles, Serie gently pushed her finger outward. A pitch-black concentrated beam, no thicker than a thumb, shot from her fingertip!
The wall and mountain separating the two Labyrinths were instantly pierced by that tiny beam of mana.
Yet after boring through the obstacle, the pitch-black beam did not spread wildly. Instead, it stopped precisely at the wall of the Labyrinth on the other side.
Like a black thread, it connected the two Labyrinths.
The next instant, the once-still "black thread" became unstable, and an enormous amount of mana exploded.
Inside the Light-blocking Barrier.
With the dense barrier blocking every source of light outside, its interior was inevitably pitch-black.
Standing behind her teacher, Guter only felt Serie's arm move slightly. A second or two later, a tremendous rumble shook the ground and mountains.
Even the interior of the pitch-black barrier seemed to flash faintly for a moment.
After several breaths, once darkness returned within the Light-blocking Barrier, Serie waved her hand and dispelled it.
As her vision gradually returned, Guter immediately looked ahead. The original wall had long since vanished. Through sheer force, her teacher Serie had blasted a brightly lit passage through what should have been a dead end.
That was right, "a brightly lit passage." It was a factual statement, not an emotional