Two days later, as per Orta’s orders, the magic circle that would return the expedition army was completed. He may be the greatest space magic expert and a 7th Circle magician, but it had still taken a few days to prepare a hundred meter wide magic circle and gather all the magic power.

The recoil will be insane, even if he is the Tower Master. Will he be okay?

After all, it was a big burden to move hundreds of people from the Central Continent to the Northern Continent. Theo wasn’t even sure if he could do it at the 8th Circle. Perhaps White Tower Master Orta had a Sorcery that made this possible.

Theo’s chest throbbed. “Ugh.”

This was Circle overload, the pain that filled his abused body in exchange for completing the great spell Abraxas. Despite the Magic Society’s best efforts, they hadn’t found another treatment other than time.

Theo had consumed two elixirs, but he hadn’t felt the slightest improvement.

Well, I didn’t think it would recover in just two days. ... It’ll take...