On the Wizard "Ship" Plane, the camp's alarms echoed like funeral bells in the cold void.
Jeming, Viola, and over two hundred other logistics wizards quietly floated in the sky of the plane.
In the face of the vast rift in the sky, their figures seemed insignificant.
As soon as the alarm went off, they were summoned back to the "Ship" Plane by the commanders.
This was the final retreat of the wizard expeditionary army and their safest headquarters.
Above, through the gigantic space rift tearing the sky apart, the war on the Ice and Flame Plane was clearly visible, directly presented before all the wizards.
At this moment, the battle situation was entirely disadvantageous for the expeditionary army.
The billions-strong army of magma giants and yetis, with their numbers and the advantage of native warfare, were frantically compressing the wizards' lines.
