"Get ready, the teleportation is starting!"
The voice of the Scroll Angel wasn't loud, but it pierced through the rumbling tumult of the Array's operation, reaching Noland Lee's ears.
Noland Lee, standing dozens of meters away, gestured to the Scroll Angel, signaling that he was prepared.
As an even more potent surge of Soul Energy flowed into the Array, the luminosity on site reached its peak. Noland Lee's vision went completely overcast, as if he were in an endless Grey Mist Ocean.
He felt his body lighten considerably, as if wrapped in warm Sea Water and suspended in the water, an illusion.
His body began to sway to and fro with an unknown rhythm, its lines twisted, straightened, elongated, and contracted by an invisible Power, as though he was no longer a person but a three-dimensional geometric entity made up of countless curves.
A surprised and quiet exclamation entered his mind:
"What? Why would the Star Palace Barrier respond to our teleportation Ceremony?"
