Pommel raised his staff as the rescue team neared the floating island. The light of the magic circle that was conjured on the ground started flickering and the old man had gritted his teeth as if he was in pain.
"The higher they are, the more energy it consumes," Pommel grunted. "But I can do this. My rank has significantly lowered due to the ascension of the youngsters, but I wasn't the ninth strongest Adventurer for twelve years for nothing!"
The light on his magic circle had now settled. Pommel was grunting while the ones who were assisting him on casting his spell had lost their energy and fell to the ground i exhaustion.
"Rise, my friends!" Pommel yelled.
The rescue team felt the boost in their speed. Pommel was right. The higher they are from the ground, the harder it is to cast the spell or even move. The air pressure was restricting a lot of their movements and it was getting harder and harder the higher they go.
