Chapter 503: Pure Water
Dear Elise Thornton, Aya Nakamura,
I trust this letter finds you both in good health and with time to spare for an endeavor that requires minds as brilliant as yours. The Underground has need of you.
There is a task that must be completed—a teleportation magic circle. Its details will be provided in time, but the foundations must be set in place soon.
Come to the center Sukhothai, come to the Complex Demonic Red and on the twenty-second floor is the Sea Scribe. Ask for Savario—he will ensure you are expected. There, we will discuss the finer details.
The world moves quickly, and we must move faster.
Sincerely, The Professor
Dasha let the ink dry before rolling the Magical Letter. Connected to another parchment, each bound to the other, it ensured instant communication across dimensions. One side was built for each recipient. A quiet, efficient method—one that left no trace to intercept.
He pressed his fingers against the smooth surface, feeling the slight hum of magic as the words imprinted themselves onto the twin parchments elsewhere in the world. A heartbeat later, the spell was sealed. The message had been sent.
Dasha set the scroll aside.
Then he drank a cup of tea. A special concoction that blended exquisite taste and imbued with the horn of a unicorn. Dasha Pang was careful in his diet, eating monster meat and intaking the proper potions.
The cup set down in Old Rocco’s office. All of it, from the scroll to the letter, were invisible. See, Dasha was not alone. This was Old Rocco’s office, after all. It was never regularly left alone.