The Great Library Plane, the mission center at the Association's headquarters.
Unlike the quiet administrative hall, this place was bustling. Light screens constantly refreshed, and investigators came and went frequently. Some reeked of blood, others dragged sealed containers, and one person was even queuing to submit a report while emitting black fog.
It seemed the working environment of a Wizard was also full of life.
Allen walked up to Window No. 7. "Level 2 Investigator, EX-2071."
The gray-robed clerk behind the window looked up at him, their gaze lingering for a moment on the badge on Allen's chest.
'The EX prefix, a rescue mission, just back from Plane 867.'
Once the information matched, the clerk's attitude immediately became more professional.
"BR-0447, the search and rescue mission for the lost investigation team on the Wailing Icefield. Are you submitting the report?"
"Yes."
