Divine Mark

Arthur's mind became a canvas, and on it, he painted a vivid moment in time. He saw Whisker, his loyal companion, frantically running through a dense forest, fear in his eyes, and a hand clutching his wounded arm. What Whisker was fleeing from remained unseen, but Arthur knew he had to act immediately.

The chaotic aftermath of the explosion had thrown Xeloria into turmoil. Disrupted mana waves wreaked havoc on the city's magical arrays, adding to the chaos. Arthur's focus remained resolute as he attempted to write the teleportation rune using his mana, but the unstable space proved challenging to manipulate.

"I can't create a portal within this mana explosion," Arthur muttered with a furrowed brow, feeling his portal disintegrate without a stable anchor in the turbulent space. "I have to get out of the city first before teleporting."