Space Magic; Archer

In the middle of the hall, the silver-haired youth was sitting on a silver-gray throne.

This was...

The profundity of a domain-level space law?

Joelson's expression returned to normal. He bowed solemnly to the silver-haired youth. "Greetings, Lord Silver Throne."

This was the necessary respect for a domain-level expert.

The silver-haired youth stood up. He only took one step before walking up to Joelson.

Seeing that Joelson was in a daze, he chuckled and said, "It's just a small trick to fold space. If you have spatial magic talent, I really don't mind teaching you."

Joelson took a deep breath. This was his first time facing a god's domain. He had been shocked too much. He was a little dazed.

"Where's Oswede?"