Following Viola, the three flew over the war zone still sporadically exchanging fire.
They finally arrived at a seemingly unremarkable, lush green grassland.
Just as they approached, Jeming keenly perceived an extremely subtle spiritual fluctuation permeating the air.
This subtle spiritual fluctuation acted like an invisible barrier, quietly guiding the consciousness of outsiders, making all creatures who inadvertently approached this grassland instinctively want to stay away from this area.
"Basic psychological suggestion field, old trick."
Viola snorted and, without even needing Anya's guidance, easily landed at a certain spot on the grassland, stretched out her fair hand, and lightly pressed the seemingly empty air.
Buzz...
With a slight hum, Jeming saw the air before him ripple like water, and a door with silver runes flowing along its edges appeared out of thin air.
