Unexpectedly, the group of magicians just left like that. They bore expressions of despair, panting as they lifted Soraya's corpse. Most of the magicians didn't look at Lynch again, only an elderly woman turned back and said to the mage, "Before the world is destroyed, we will try to find a place to take refuge. If you could show a bit of mercy, please lift the binding on space magic."

"I don't have such capability," Lynch replied solemnly. And the female mage didn't even argue, just slightly bowed, joining her companions. They moved very slowly, like sliding on ice without a hint of trembling. But the mage, seeing this sight, always felt that their current state was like a group of desperate people heading for their doom.

"Really strange people," Soka scratched his head with his fingers, watching them leave, "Brother Lynch, what on earth do they mean?"

"I'm not quite sure either," Lynch thought for a moment, "But in any case, I won't stop my work because of their dream-like warnings. You know, the risk always exists."

"Then be careful," Zilvra said, "I've seen the terrifying sight of failed teleportation. Once, there was a mage who got trapped in the cracks of a wall, with half of his body outside and the other half thousands of miles away. He didn't even die immediately; his powerful magic power tormented him with painful groans, slowly fading away long after."

"Ah! Brother Lynch, you must be careful!" Soka covered his ears, seemingly frightened by Zilvra's description, "Or maybe, let's talk about it tomorrow..."

"Don't worry, the Master won't end up like that," Eryies snorted, "You all still underestimate him too much. Even the flames of hell and the despair of the Grey Ruins couldn't harm him in the slightest; and even in the chaotic scene of a bloody battle, his concentration is enough to ensure that the spell won't go wrong."

"Desire Demon, what do you know?" Zilvra said unceremoniously, "In your eyes, he is only a powerful mage; and in my eyes, he is Lynch, nothing more. Shut your mouth, and watch from the side!"

Soka frowned, tilting her head as she watched this scene. She didn't know what to say, so she could only cast an inquiring glance at Lynch. But the mage seemed not to have the time to care about the matter here—or he didn't know how to deal with such a situation, so he had to pretend he knew nothing.

Lynch was placing the last pillar of the transmission device in the right position. To ensure not a single mistake, he even used ray-type spells to mark the relative positions of the pillars on the ground and then slowly moved those heavy things. After checking those protective runes once more, he signaled everyone to retreat as far as possible.

"If anyone other than me approaches the range of the magic array, knock them down," Lynch said to Soka, "Shoot their legs, so they can't move."

Soka nodded, preparing the Refined Gold bow and arrow, looking tense. Lynch then took the design drawing from the dwarves, and in their language, he began to chant the incantation slowly.

The eight pillars lit up in sequence, each gemstone emitting different colored lights, representing different types of power. This time, the effect was much better than the last, at least there were no huge roars and uncontrollable tremors; everything appeared to be under control.

The magic array was not activated yet because there wasn't any potentially dangerous situation. Lynch felt the power of magic flowing continuously from within his body along with the melody of the spell through his arms. He felt infinite joy, a feeling as if he held all things in the world in his grasp. Many mages would indulge in this feeling, becoming addicted, unable to extricate themselves.

Lynch, however, could obtain infinite support from the magic origin itself, so he could always maintain enough rationality, never becoming lost in this feeling. To him, using complex spells was like performing a long tune; sometimes, it's not playing those melodies but being carried forward by the melody continuously.

Everything was normal, and the transmission device seemed to be workable. The dwarves' design indeed could break through the teleportation barrier of the whole world of Aunrae. However, before Lynch had specified the destination, blurred images began to appear inside the transmission device—that was the image of the other side of the spatial channel.

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