Eli, who left the Black Tower, had a smooth journey. He passed through a large forest and arrived at the front line two hours later. However, he didn't get close but flew further into the distance.
After flying for another half an hour, he chose a canyon to land.
On both sides were rock walls that towered into the clouds, and at the bottom was a wide road. Here, Eli stopped and began to set up a spell formation. After setting it up, he closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the arrival of the people from the black Isotta Alliance.
Time passed quickly, and an hour had passed in the blink of an eye.
"They're here."
In the canyon, Eli opened his eyes. His gaze was calm.
..
Five minutes ago.
On a grassland, a group of eight people, five men and three women, were moving forward quickly. They all wore the same Black Warlock robe with the symbol of the Black Isotta.
The group moved forward quickly when a man suddenly spoke.
