At ten locations all over the perimeter of Angaria, ten individuals had just finished using their consciousnesses with the utmost conviction to bind the incredibly complex formation that had been ingrained in the throne they had found.
It had taken quite a bit of time more than they had thought, with the Fighters finishing last, as they were the ones who had the least familiarity in dealing with elementary particles.
The Mages weren't that better off. They barely finished a few minutes before the Fighters, and after everyone was done, they could only sit there, on those thrones, completely exhausted, as it felt as if they had given their all, and there was nothing left for them to pick up and walk away from where they were.
As the goals they had expressed began to be engraved on the back of each throne, the communication channel that they shared finally came alive.
