At about two hundred and forty miles away in a beech forest, the vanished figures reappeared seven feet in the air. They fell a considerable distance, but their fall was broken thanks to the thick layer of withered leaves that had built up on the ground over Autumn.
Shawn lay on the ground, gasping for breath and wheezing as if his lungs had been punctured. The rebound of the spell made him feel as if his body was being torn apart, but all of them had teleported successfully and did not fall to their deaths, neither did they get trapped in any rock formations or crevices, much less the cracks of space-time. Overjoyed at his genius, the mad mage of Havel sputtered blood from his mouth as he laughed.
"Ha… Haha! I did it! Hahaha! I made an advancement in Master-level arcana without even pre
