As soon as the magical alphabet lined up, mysterious energy spun and formed, making the air tremble; the magical power began to fluctuate.
Among the emptiness, a wave of energy appeared, forming a dimensional portal.
At that moment,
The Twelve Astral Temples sensed the vanishing of the power that was gone with the Lord of the Tower.
The magic pressure wave inside the Astral Tower had clearly weakened.
“It seems that the chief has already left.” The skinny man opened his eyes from his meditation, the atmosphere surrounding him filled with the strength of magical power.
“Master, where is the Tower Lord going?” asked an Astral disciple beside him.
Mensa smiled and remained silent for a moment.
"No one can see his thoughts," he replied with a short sentence.
Ever since Mensa and the Astral met Merlin, they had encountered many unexpected wonders. No matter how long it had been, they couldn't even predict the man's actions.
This time was the same.