"What is your name?"
The old man's voice echoed across the square. Not loud, not commanding, but the moment it was spoken, it was as if space itself had stopped to hear the answer.
Hundreds of mages.
Dozens of Grand Mages.
All the Divine Mages present.
And even Heavenly Mages, whose presence was rarely seen in public.
Those gathered here could be considered the greatest collection of mages in the world. This many Heavenly Mages being seen together in one place was practically impossible under normal circumstances.
They were beings at the pinnacle of the world's magic, above any other power in the world.
And above them all was only the Supreme One, the sole survivor of the six founders of the magic tower who was still alive.
All were waiting.
Daniel looked away from the purple tablet. The deep cracks on the stone surface still glowed, a sign whose meaning was the same for all present.
Someone had fully received the legacy.
