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Collapse, Showdown, the Spell for Crossing Worlds – Part 01

The United Nations of Forestia was a coalition of seven small countries, and the leaders of one of them, Jarazack, had gathered in a single room.

“I never thought the labyrinth could fly, but now that it’s in our territory, it’s a real pain,” grumbled a muscular man with slicked-back red curls.

Despite the snow falling outside, the man’s chest was bare, and his sleeves were rolled up, exposing a thick layer of body hair.

The room was warm, thanks to the fire crackling in the fireplace. But that wasn’t the only reason.

“But isn’t this an opportunity? If the labyrinth lands, we could explore it thoroughly.”

“Wasn’t it near the Quinbrand border?”

“No one lives around there, and that border’s barely a line on a map. If we get there first, it’s ours.”

The large men gathered in the room were generating so much heat that the windows had fogged up long ago.

“We sent the