Jeming stepped back a few paces after examining the wizard in front of him, making way for the wizard beside him.
Returning to the chair he crafted with alchemy, Jeming didn't sit down.
His gaze swept over the silent wizards on the stretchers around him, finally landing on the perfect white sphere in the sky.
His mind was now mostly concerned with another issue.
If the records just read were correct, it was Martin of "Heart of Ashes" leading the High Tier Wizards in prioritizing the invasion of this plane, and even Seventh Level Wizards and Sixth Level Wizards fell victim.
Even Seventh Level Wizards have been hit.
Is this really a plane that Fifth Level Wizards like them can touch?
Clearly, he wasn't the only one pondering this question.
The expressions on the elite wizards around, who had come to realize the gravity of the situation, had turned from initial excitement to solemnity.
