Crossing the pitch-dark canyon pit.
The sunlight mixed with the magical mist blowing from who knows where, cloaking them in a golden gauze. Their eyes were drawn to the black dots swiftly moving through the air.
They hovered in the air and abruptly dove toward the Magic Castle.
The first touch didn't have the expected effect, as if they hit some kind of updraft, slowly lifting them higher.
After several attempts, they finally landed successfully.
Lind had anticipated this. His sight opened several livestreams of the undead, showing everything in front of him like ravens guiding the way.
He turned his gaze to the Bunny-toothed Witch standing beside him.
She was studying something; evidently, Lind's request for her to help make the Magic Ring Shard Potion had put quite some pressure on her.
Behind every crazy idea, there would be a crazy executor. They cooperated very well.
