"Was this the Gate of the Other Shore?" William Dorom looked the gate before him up and down. It gave off no unusual magical fluctuations and simply stood there quietly. Apart from the veil fluttering without any wind, there was nothing unusual about it at all.
"That's right, this is the Gate of the Other Shore. The United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic was built here because of it. But the United Kingdom blokes are far too timid. They don't dare study the power it contains at all." Dismask chuckled.
"Compared with them, our two bosses are much bolder."
"Boss Dis, you're every bit as bold as those two," Rasconi Forsell chimed in from the side with a grin.
"What you probably mean is that boldness is about the only thing I can compare with them in." Dismask grunted and glanced at Forsell, then waved his hand.
"Let's not waste time. Our allies are only making a feint over here. They can't buy us much time. We need to hurry. Quick, just as we rehearsed!"
The other six Wizards said nothing and immediately got moving.
The six took their positions around the gate, raising their wands in unison and pointing them at it. Their expressions were utterly serious and solemn as they began chanting together.
This was clearly not a new-generation spell. New-generation spells would never have such lengthy incantations. As they chanted, streaks of gray light appeared beneath their feet.
The light swiftly traced patterns beneath them, forming circular Magic Arrays in the space of a breath. The internal structures of the Magic Arrays were intricate; drawing them would probably have taken quite some time.
The Magic Arrays beneath all six were completed simultaneously, then each extended two lines. Moments later, they had traced a six-pointed-star Magic Array with a