Flying Toward The Scene

"Is everyone ready?" Claug said, standing beside Arad's house with a massive wagon strapped onto her back. "I'll go a bit fast, so hold on,"

Aella looked out of the window, "We got sick bags. Go as fast as you are cold. We shouldn't waste time."

Aella pulled her head back into the wagon, and everything changed. She looked back, seeing a massive room spanning ahead of her eyes. Merlin sat on a couch in the back, reading a book with a crystal ball in her left hand.

"And what about you?" Aella approached her, "This room of yours won't collapse?"

"As long as I keep supplying mana, this room won't collapse," Merlin looked at her with a smile and pointed toward a box of mana potions that she kept at the side.

"This is a modified version of Lisworth's magnificent mansion. One room is easier to keep than a whole mansion. What was that idiot thinking of wasting mana," Merlin sighed.