Three years later.
"Honorable Master Shadow of Despair Grimm, this is the Shadow Mystery World Teleportation Array. The cost for your transmission will be the price of three lifeform Witch Spirits, totaling one hundred and thirty-five Witch Spirits."
In the underground ant nest of the Wizard Continent Seven Ring Holy Tower, a witch led Grimm to the Shadow Mystery World Teleportation Array.
The witch beamed, scrutinizing the First-Level Honor Medal Great Sorcerer before her. Seven-colored runes drifted over his semi-transparent, indistinct form. One hand rested on an azure ice Magic Wand, the other held a black Wizard's Tome. Beneath his gray-white mask, his eyes blazed with two-toned flames of ice and fire, exuding mystery and power that inspired awe and reverence.
It had been centuries since she last welcomed such a top-tier Demon-Hunting Sorcerer. Today was a stroke of luck!
The witch counted her blessings silently.
"Three lifeforms?"
