"How did our teleporting mess up again?"
In the thin atmosphere more than eighty thousand meters above, Rider was screaming in terror as if he was a pig before the butcher's knife. Indeed, it made evident his excellent physique for him cry out so powerfully despite the altitude.
"It's the World Fleet!"
On another side, despite being in falling freely from thousands of meters above without any parachute, Mage had answered Rider with distinct clarity. "They are so massive that they distorted the dimensions—but that's supposed to be impossible, why are we still near the edge of the galaxy?"
Logically speaking, the teleportation beacon made by the very hands of Archmagi Nostradamus and directly connected to the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds could transcend the entire Multiverse in its entirety and send all five of them back. Even if the World Fleet's presence affected the dimensions, they should not have moved such a short distance.
