The Ghostly Floating Realm, the Floating Palace above the City of Truth.
This is an entirely obsidian-made ring-shaped hall center, with a signal tower more than thirty meters high, guarded by crystals, and surrounded by eighteen signal receivers.
At this moment, a large number of City of Truth staff are sending messages to various Wizard Organizations through the signal receivers.
"Yes, please temporarily evacuate the vicinity of the coast. If possible, also inform the nearby Roman Family."
"...please notify the humans under your jurisdiction, they better not leave, right, right..."
"Is this Mr. Antonio? Is City Lord Muse in seclusion? City Lord Rosen also has matters? Alright, please convey on behalf of Mr. Antonio..."
"We've said all we can, you're free not to leave, but at your own risk."
"..."
Various voices of conversation, chaotically echoed in the hall. This was something unimaginable at usual times, it only appeared when something major happened.
