170 Ripping the Dimensional Rift Barehanded

Imperial Northland, Moldavia, The southern region of the Great Ajax Mountains, dwarven settlement.

Starfall Year 832, 1st of March, 9.45 a.m.

A relatively young-looking mage was holding a brown wooden staff standing in front of the Volcanic Lake. He was observing his own teacher levitating right above the golden magma building up a huge and complex dimensional magic circle.

Right before his eyes, the white-haired old mage who was wearing a long robe with golden lines all over it was smoothly controlling the blue dimensional rift, forming them into magic letters that were radiating one after another. They turned into space nodes one after another, repelling the fire elements in the surroundings. After that, these space nodes were then rooted into the void, connecting two different spaces of two different worlds.