Allen's heart surged.
"Beyond this point lies your own wilderness."
The words, like the tolling of a great bell, reverberated in Allen's Sea of Spirit.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his deep blue eyes had regained their calm.
The road ahead was unknown, perhaps magnificent, perhaps cruel, but that was a matter for the future.
An Alchemy Wizard always had to solve the immediate problem of resources first.
"Mentor," Allen said tentatively, bowing slightly.
"Since the Son of the Abyss is dead and the remaining Magical Beasts in Zone 18 pose no threat, can I cross the border and continue to pioneer westward?"
To the west lay even vaster lands, which meant more unmined ore veins and high-tier Magical Beast resources. Now that he had the Earth Vein Magic Furnace, he was fully capable of pushing the front line forward.
Mercer turned, his crystalline, deep blue eyes fixed on Allen.
"No."
