The fusion of the two wizard civilizations is progressing quite smoothly.
The dueling arena operates from dawn till dusk, with the light of contracts almost never interrupted.
Wizards from the parallel world move with their families from those broken warships and settle into the temporary settlements built by the four major forces.
They received new magic robes, ate hot meals, and some started to accept basic knowledge reeducation.
The wizard civilization gained a batch of twins, while the wizards from the parallel world obtained more knowledge and resources. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
But not everyone was happy to see this.
Outside the dueling arena, within a secret chamber inside the war machine composed of chaotic plane fragments, over ten figures gathered silently.
They wore ragged magic robes commonly seen on wizards from the parallel world, with emaciated faces and deformed bodies, indistinguishable from those compatriots waiting in line for the contract.
