With no reply from the other party, Allen spent half a day setting up the defenses for Mining Site No. 2 without incident. After installing the refining apparatus, he headed back alone.
Just as Allen returned to his workshop, a communication request came through. He didn't hesitate to accept the call.
Light and shadow twisted, and the figure of a Female Wizard appeared on the holographic screen.
She wore a form-fitting, dark-red alchemist's robe, its cuffs and collar inlaid with shimmering golden Runes.
Her hair, as brilliant as a blazing fire, was coiled up, revealing a smooth forehead and a long, slender neck.
But what was most striking were her eyes.
They were like a pair of eyes carved from the finest rubies. Even through the holographic projection, Allen could feel a soul-piercing chill.
"Battle Zone 18, First-level Wizard Allen Wesren?"
The woman's voice rang out, crisp and cold, without the slightest hint of inflection.
