“A shift has occurred in the Viridian Venom Flame World, accompanied by sightings of mecha armies across the sixteen planes around the Neisse Star Domain. Master Feylis, are you not worried at all about the safety of your own divine tower forces and your three apprentices?” a man clad in red magic robe asked the female mage before him, high above a tilted floating city that was billowing smoke in Silver Moire World.0

The magic robe that Feylis wore right now was far more vibrant than the one worn by the red-robed mage, adorned with intricate patterns of green, red, and purple.0

These patterns held more than aesthetic value. In fact, the value of Feylis’ robes...0