In the core control room of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, Jeming was suspended in mid-air.
Thousands of runic light belts swirled around him, each connecting to a massive stereoscopic array model below—an optimization scheme for a certain spell.
His left hand grasped at the air, forming a slowly reshaping liquefaction of pale golden incense power, while his right hand swiftly traced the void, leaving behind complex Wizard Rune imprints.
At this moment, a deep purple crystal embedded in the corner of the control room wall slightly trembled.
That was Viola's dedicated communication rune, only a select few recognized by Jeming could directly initiate a teleportation request to the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
Jeming's eyebrow slightly raised as his Divine Sense swept across the crystal, confirming it carried his senior sister's aura, before he slowly descended to the ground.
