'A peak-stage Arch Magus…' Noah thought, his mind racing as he stared at the glowing blue status screen. 'That means he's only a single step away from reaching the legendary realm of a Grand Arch Magus!'
The sheer weight of that realization hit Noah harder than any physical pressure could. In this world, an Arch Magus was already considered a walking disaster, a being capable of reshaping landscapes and deciding the fates of entire kingdoms.
To be at the absolute peak of that stage meant Morris Edgar was a terrifying existence, standing at the very pinnacle of mortal power.
It explained why his maximum mana pool was so utterly monstrous.
As Noah processed this information, the floating figure of the Grand Guild Master began to descend. Morris coughed lightly, a small, subtle sound that nevertheless seemed to carry clearly across the silent, breathless courtyard.
The wind swirling around him gently dissipated, and his feet softly touched the stone cobblestones.
