"Or would you rather fall into someone else's hands?"
People in the Magic Forest never lacked a spirit of adventure; in fact, characters like Carl's stoicism were in the minority. After a short period of chaos, many had already rushed into the beast pens to loot amidst the turmoil.
Their methods were far more fierce than Carl's.
***
Clad in a Second Order Life Robe and wielding the Dark Moon Staff, Klahe stood in the void, frowning as he looked around with a somber expression.
Here, he could not sense the Star Realm, and even the elemental fluctuations in the air were in a state of extreme inertia.
This would greatly reduce the power of witchcraft.
"A dimensional barrier?"
"Correct!"
The void in front of him flickered as several figures appeared in succession.
The man in the center had white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and held a strange Magic Wand as he looked at Klahe.
"Old friend, we meet again!"
Klahe's eyes flickered. "It's you! Wizard Jite, you're still alive?"
