In the wilderness, where Numer Four's self-destruction had scraped the ground clean, only the mycelium grew back in a short time, forming an endless white fungal mat.
On this fungal mat, several mages operated giant magical instruments, researching something.
One mage took a deep breath, stepped forward, and walked a few steps.
Under the surveillance of the instrument, his outline quickly faded away, disappearing into the air, and half a minute later, the blurry figure returned to its original spot.
The mage controlling the instrument looked up: "How is it?"
"Just as predicted, it shifted over ten meters on the other side," said the returning mage.
Without further words, they bent down to jot data on the recording board and adjusted the runes on the instrument.
Similar groups of three to five rune-expert mages were found throughout this wilderness covered by the fungal mat.
