'How come I'm dealing with another anti-mana field again?!' Gray was already becoming a little bit annoyed with this.
Not to mention that the field was quite wide.
It covered the fortress exterior completely, extending outward in every direction to a radius that almost reached the end of each corner.
He looked at the lava surrounding the fortress.
The molten rock flowed slowly in channels deliberately carved into the Nether Realm's ground, separating the fortress from the surrounding landscape and serving as both a moat and a power source for the fortress's inscription arrays.
An idea formed.
"Follow me," he said quietly to both of them.
"Stay close."
They moved along the fortress exterior wall, Gray keeping them in the blind spots between guard positions, his Spirit Eyes mapping the anti-mana field's boundaries as they walked.
They had covered about thirty meters when he heard voices ahead.
He kept walking, keeping his pace casual.
