"Quick, hurry up, the people on the Violet Flame Island can't hold any longer!"
In the vast blue sky, ten or more Spell Casters' bodies were flashing with intense Wind elements. They were using their quick pace possible to fly toward the Violet Flame Island.
Spell Casters who could fly were at least Fourth-level Wizards. From the color of the robes that they were wearing, one could tell that they were gray-robed Wizards from Fort Udon. Additionally, they were not any gray-robed Wizards – they were Middle gray-robed Wizards, Fifth-level Spell Casters!
More than ten Fifth-level Spell Casters hurriedly rushed toward the Violet Flame Island. This alone was enough to tell how precarious the situation on the Violet Flame Island was.
Leading the way was a slightly stout-looking brown-haired Spell Caster. His facial expression was rather serious, and his eyes looked worried sick.
