Wizard Camp.
When Jeming and his four companions stepped through the camp gates, a familiar yet long-lost sense of ease instantly enveloped them.
Here, there was no interference from the Power of Faith, no clamor of the mundane world, only pure magic energy and the presence of their kind.
The tension of the past few days was swept away, replaced by the satisfaction of completing the mission and the anticipation of what lay ahead.
"Welcome back!" A few Low Tier Wizards in charge of the reception stepped forward, their eyes filled with a trace of envy and admiration.
Clearly, the camp had already learned of what had transpired.
Soon, a new contribution ranking was refreshed and distributed.
This time, rather than inscribing the information into everyone's mind as before, a gigantic stele was erected in the center of the camp.
The huge Rune Stele floated in the central square of the camp, inscribed with lines of names and numbers glowing in golden light.
