Duraga was frowning, conferring in a low, anxious tone with a full-bearded Gray Dwarf crewman over a stack of marked-up Sheepskin Scrolls.
But when Bronson heard Roland's question, he turned around, his expression a stark contrast to Duraga's—he was beaming with excitement.
"Troublesome? Not at all, Roland!"
The scholar excitedly caressed the cool metal casing of the Magic Net Disturbance Detector, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Quite the opposite! As we continue to follow the directional flow of the Magic Elements, the spatial coordinates are becoming increasingly clear! I can even… I can even faintly sense a trace of the 'normal' world beyond this continent!"
He took a deep breath, as if to calm his racing heart.
"This proves our previous theories were correct! If we can reach that core node where the Magic Power converges, there's a very high probability we can lock onto stable spatial coordinates pointing beyond Aiselon and finally leave this forgotten land!"
