The entire Warlock civilization set sail swiftly.
Each sect and reclusive expert joined forces to build teleportation spaces, leaping repeatedly.
Gale winds howled all around.
Amidst the crowd, a woman's expression was tranquil, "It's begun, a beautiful future."
Having navigated through the initial phase of primitive accumulation, living thoroughly on her home planet, the world now felt vast and unlimited, like a boundless sea.
But the pre-historical hidden hand, the innkeeper, indeed was a thorn in her heart!
Now she and her master were merely pawns under his command...
"This matter can wait a little longer; lurking within his ranks, serving him, can be like wearing tiger's skin."
"Once I reach the Forest of Truth and see those plants, his secrets cannot be concealed, and he should officially reveal his origins and include me in his ranks."
She calculated meticulously; he should be open with them at that time,
she just needed to act shocked,
