"This should be the coordinates."
Following the conduit of the Foreign Dark Mist, Tuck's Star Phase Projection was projected straight there.
As soon as he landed,
seven or eight powerful, legendary anvil atmospheres landed on Tuck at the same time.
Some bore distinctly unfriendly and scorching auras.
"Hey, kid, this is not a place for masters to play around."
A rough voice, imbued with the power of mechanical legend, came through dully.
The body of the projection in the shimmer of a Star Phase Projection barely swept over the several legendary mechanical warriors before swiftly departing.
This group of legendary warriors did not belong to the renowned mechanical beings of the Pact Oley Demigod Lord; they were the subordinates of another mechanical demigod warrior.
Luckily, he was in the gathering place agreed upon by everyone.
Teleporting directly here wasn't much of an issue.
If this were another place, another time,
