Lynch's figure transformed into a stream of light, flying straight into the depths of Strange Tree Island, where the elements were still in chaos. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the dense canopy and swirling smoke.
Behind him, Dean Brant and a group of apprentices, remaining on the broad back of the Single-horned White Whale, continued to gaze in the direction he had left, their faces mixed with astonishment, curiosity, and a hint of relief from surviving the ordeal.
After a brief silence, the young apprentices could no longer contain their inner excitement and curiosity. They gathered around Dean Brant, chattering incessantly.
A young male apprentice couldn't help but speak first, his tone full of inquiry: "Master Brant, who is this Domain Master? He looks so unfamiliar. It seems like he's not in our Blue Realm's registered list of Domain Wizards?"
