Time flew by like a shuttle, six hundred years later.
In the midst of a vast desert.
"Anomalous magnetic field fluctuation!"
"Determine the target's location!"
"..."
A fighter jet passed by, out of thin air, dropping several people.
The group landed on air, each taking a corner, manipulating some kind of instrument in their hands.
At this moment, ripples in the void began to swell, resembling illusions of flowers in mirrors and the mirage of a castle in the sky.
It turned out to be a palace, ethereal and illusory.
"Target has been confirmed!"
"Indeed it's the Temple of War God!"
Several people stood at their positions, controlling the instruments and transmitting their joy.
Just then, the void cracked open, and a figure stepped forth.
"Master!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Data analysis indicates that this magnetic field should maintain stability for about an hour."
"Shall we allow one of us to proceed first?"
Each of them bowed respectfully and offered their suggestions.