War, imminent!
Jeming stood on the cold metal platform of the third defense node, his gaze like a torch, looking out to the horizon.
The "Sea of Elements," composed of fire and magma, was relentlessly and steadily making its way toward the wizards' defense line.
The air was filled with the scorching scent of sulfur and charcoal, as the earth groaned with a low, rhythmic lament under the march of billions of tons of giants in the distance.
Thanks to the "Temporal Stability Anchor" already installed within the node, Jeming didn't feel affected by that strange force of time.
The invisible fluctuations emitted by the anchor point, like a solid dyke, firmly locked the flow of space and time around it, creating an absolutely safe "sanctuary" for the wizards.
However, the dust hovering in mid-air far away, refusing to fall for a long time, and the bizarre distortion of light in that area, confirmed that the information he risked his life to bring back was indeed correct.
