List suddenly turned and rushed to Hill's side: "Wait a minute! I remember you gave the Elves a lot of strange bombs, didn't you?"
"What does that matter? They're not likely to explode right next to us, are they?"
"Could you close your mouth, please, sir!" List was panic-stricken, unable to maintain his usual butler courtesy, "Damn it! I need to prepare some supplies and stash them into spatial equipment of various levels!
As long as it's not a Magic-less Universe, there will always be something usable!"
Hill couldn't help but tap his lower lip, and with a sheepish smile, he spoke quietly: "Don't worry, it won't be a World Without Magic.
The Universe exists in different ways, and if the opposite side doesn't accept it, it will be repelled when encountering bad luck... Generally speaking, the reverse can happen."
"I don't need you to demonstrate, sir." List was beyond angry, "I'm worried about the Half-plane! My Core is still inside!
If by some chance... Damn it!"
