A month later, Jeming and his party finally saw the magnificent Floating City hovering on the edge of the planar rift.
Not seen for two months, this bridgehead of Wizard Civilization seemed to have expanded quite a bit.
The newly added towers pierced through the clouds like a forest of steel, with massive rune arrays slowly circulating on the surface of the city, emitting a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.
Crossing the greatly transformed, bustling yet orderly Central Square, Jeming led his group, each with varied expressions, into the Affairs Center.
The Fourth Level Wizard was bound by invisible energy shackles, looking dejected, while the few First Level Wizards who survived by luck were nervously and curiously observing their surroundings.
Jeming walked straight to the front desk's exquisitely shaped alchemy puppet with rational light flickering in its eyes.
