Alan slowly closed his eyes, and the silver radiance that had been surrounding him gradually faded away.
When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had returned to their former clarity—no longer reflecting any of the strange lights that had flashed within them earlier. This was the final sign.
He had officially stepped into the realm of a tier-silver magus.
Yet it wasn't just him who had evolved.
Without hesitation, Alan summoned his Holy Sword Staff.
At the same time, a third staff—one of the original three given to him by the lady, and also the one with the highest mana purity—lay shattered on the floor. From within its fractured core, a surge of Origin Mana surged forth and flowed directly into the Holy Sword Staff in Alan's hand.
Not long after, Alan could feel the weight in his grip beginning to change. The Holy Sword Staff had become noticeably heavier. It wasn't just his imagination—the staff was undergoing some kind of transformation.
It was evolving.
