"Master Monark?"
Druid thought he had been poisoned and was hallucinating, but after noticing that his teammates could all see the magical projection as well, he tried to communicate with the other party.
Monark raised a thumb and briskly smoothed his mustache to either side, smiling. "Good day, Master Druid."
Hearing Monark's greeting, Druid could only roll his eyes helplessly.
The Brit was still saying good day at a time like this? Did he even understand the situation?!
"The fact that you can contact me means you entered the Savage Land too. You can't get out either, huh..."
But once his excitement faded, the old Mage felt deeply guilty. Monark was not even four hundred years old yet, still very young, and he had ended up trapped here trying to save him. What was he supposed to do now?
"Stay calm, Master Druid." Monark seemed supremely confident, standing straighter than ever. "You've been out of contact for so many years. As Mages, how could we not realize something was wrong here? Since we dared to come in, we naturally have a way out. Those beside you are the Monster Hunters, right? Hi, everyone. I'm Monark, a Mage from Britain and an old acquaintance of Master Druid's."
Druid turned his head and discovered that every teammate still able to move had crowded behind him, looking at the magical projection with hope shining in their eyes.
They had not seen anyone from civilized society in a very long time, let alone friends. This damned place was enormous, filled everywhere with either Savages or dangerous creatures. At this point, even if they ran into the Hydra troops who had entered with them years ago, they would probably weep with joy.
Everyone noisily greeted Monark, making his little mustache curl even higher. He was