"It seems we still can't smuggle our way to the third layer of the Void Realm," Ash sighed.
In fact, this was normal; if there were easy and understandable ways to smuggle into the Realm, the skies of the Time Continent wouldn't occasionally echo with the cries of Mages being attacked by knowledge creatures. Perhaps many Mages were aware of the theories of the Golden Mages and the White Bull, but these theories were too difficult to implement. Desperate, they could only fly directly into the skies, trying to grasp the elusive Seven-colored Tail.
Golden Mages were the most difficult group to submit to reality.
They were more talented than Silver Mages and usually held top-level management positions in the mundane world; they had even likely seen the boundless glory of Holy Sanctuary Mages—the ordinary world considered them geniuses, and they too thought of themselves as such.
