After Starcaster Artarius issued those two commands, he paid no attention to the excited wizards.
He casually raised his hand, the movement as lightly dismissive as brushing off dust from his sleeve.
In the next moment, Jeming felt a dull yet exceptionally stable tremor beneath his feet.
It wasn't the destructive shaking of an earthquake, but more like a vast creation being awakened from slumber, a uniform uplifting as it broke free from the ground's restraints.
He instinctively looked down, then abruptly raised his head, looking around.
The view was rising!
It wasn't him flying personally; it was the entire Wizard Camp rising from the ground!
The scale was comparable to a modern megacity, a massive complex filled with towers, factories, laboratories, residential areas, and layered defenses, casually lifting off.
