As several wizards began to allocate the Hollow City, the dark purple sky swiftly shifted from dull to translucent.
Jeming put away the sealing crystal and looked up at the sky.
Other wizards also noticed this and quickly divided up the spoils.
Above the ruins of Hollow City, wizards levitated in small groups, silent, all waiting for the final "invitation."
Soon, the sky cracked open.
A narrow, pitch-black rift stretched from above the clouds into the high sky, spanning over several kilometers, its width tapering from the ends toward the center, with the widest point exceeding a hundred meters.
It looked as if someone had sliced the sky with an extremely sharp scalpel.
Oston's projection condensed from the light of the rift, and even though his gaze seemed unfocused, everyone present felt noticed.
The Eighth Level Grand Mage first scanned everyone present, confirmed the plane's condition and the wizards' status, then nodded.
