The luncheon ended.
Kael slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin. His movements were elegant, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed him.
He glanced at the almost blindingly brilliant smile on Lin Mo's face and could only squeeze a few words through gritted teeth.
"Holy Son, please come with me."
The group left the dining hall and headed toward the Teleportation Altar in the center of the valley.
The Dwarf elder Thorin Ironbeard and the Half-Orc chief Grom followed as well, their faces full of curiosity, eager to witness this miracle that spanned worlds.
The altar looked the same as before: an ancient stone platform, with intricate magical patterns engraved on the ground.
Several Holy Mages stepped forward, carrying several crates of translucent energy crystals and a special crystal the size of a pigeon's egg that radiated spatial fluctuations.
Kael took a deep breath, picked up the Spatial Crystal, and carefully placed it into the recess in the center of the altar.
Then the Holy Mages fitted the energy crystals into the nodes of the magic formation one by one.
"I'm starting!" Kael called out.
Long Zhan glanced at the noisy members of the other races around him, then at the soldiers ready to move out. After a moment's thought, he ordered:
"All troops!"
"Level-one alert! Repeat, level-one alert!"
Click! Click, click!
Inside the Forward Base, the soldiers moved instantly, checking their weapons and disengaging their safeties. Warning lights on the Armored Vehicles and Exoskeletons flashed silently.
A deadly atmosphere spread, silencing the Dwarves and Half-Orcs watching nearby.
On the altar, Kael raised his Staff high and began chanting an ancient, tongue-twisting incantation.
Humm-
The unremarkable stone altar suddenly lit up. The magical runes on the ground ignited one after another, radiating a milky-white glow.
An invisible force drew frantically