Under the influence of all these factors, he had no choice but to set out on a journey to the sky race.
Even though his teacher had warned him repeatedly in the past to avoid going to the sky race unless absolutely necessary.
Well… now it probably qualified as a necessary situation, right?
While passing through the land between the realms, Illiya continued to ponder this somewhat unreliable question.
The time it took to traverse the land between was neither long nor short, but it was enough for those with great power to rest for a while.
Illiya floated in midair supported by his magical enery, his wide robes drifting with the current of the mana flow.
When magical enery concentration reached a certain level, it could take on physical form and pose some danger to people or objects.
Fortunately, the innate racial talents of the elves protected them.
Neither Illiya nor Drow suffered any harm in the land between; instead, they moved along leisurely.
