When Aryumon Bluershon arrived at the Northern Ice Mountain Range, the situation was already nearing its resolution.

At the entrance to the range, a massive dome-shaped black barrier stretched across the landscape, trapping hundreds of mage-warriors and troubleshooters in a state of helpless confusion.

Aryumon Bluershon arrived, hands in his suit pockets, dark circles hidden behind sunglasses, walking with a weary, nonchalant air.

“There you are.”

He spoke into the air, addressing Sael Ri, the elderly 9th-class mage who floated nearby, observing the scene. Sael Ri nodded in acknowledgment.

“I’ve been analyzing the barrier.”

“If a Persona Gate this size …