His tone was full of pressure, as if forcing the man in the purple robe to make a decision immediately. Magnus fell silent. His eyes narrowed, his mind racing. If he intervened, this law manifestation zone would be destroyed and belong to no one. But if he remained idle, the outcome would still be the same.
Efan, who had been observing all this time, felt Magnus's gaze shift. Not just toward him, but toward all members of the Invistus Sect.
Cold.
It was as if something was creeping along his spine, making the hairs on his neck stand. That gaze didn't just look—it pierced through, as if evaluating each of their very existences.
"You have five minutes to form the pillar, then return directly to the space vessel."
Magnus's voice rang clearly in Efan's ears. Not just him—every member of the Invistus Sect heard the command.
There was no time to ask questions. No time to hesitate.
They had to move immediately.
