At the center of the Aetherforth Arena's Main Stage, a moss-haired man kneeled, eyes closed, with his face angled to look at the ground.
Edmund suddenly felt the weight of the moment.
A few more minutes later, he would be among the nine strongest wizards of humanity, and his entire race would be relying on him.
Would he be strong enough after awakening his mark?
Was he qualified to replace the mighty and stoic Targon Rockbarrow?
Only now did those questions shake him, but only slightly.
Edmund fought his way to the top of the Earth Magna Prospects and emerged victorious even against someone a few years ahead of him.
The thought that there was no one more qualified than him to succeed the previous Earth Magna allowed him to recollect himself and steel his resolve.
So what if he wasn't immediately qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as Targon?
Time will pass, and one day, he will be.
This was Edmund Ra's resolve.
