Clark let go, and Viola staggered a few steps, clutching her head, retreating to James' side, looking as if she had survived a disaster.
Clark ignored her, glancing up at the sky, he said blandly, "It's about time. Let's go, let's gather first."
After speaking, he walked towards the center of the square, hands behind his back, taking his time.
James and Viola exchanged a glance, cautiously following behind.
Around them, the wizards seemed to receive some kind of signal, simultaneously converging from all directions towards the center of the square.
Those figures that were originally chatting in small groups now began to move.
Countless auras of varying strength intertwined in the air, changing the atmosphere of the entire square from loose to heavy.
James and Viola followed behind Clark, their gazes frantically exchanging, spiritual power transmitting information at high speed over the short distance.
James: "Is this still our mentor??"
