Gathering mages for battle was inevitable, especially now that Noah had spoken. All the Archmages of the Supreme Council needed to do was cooperate fully with Noah, the Sorcerer Supreme.
Noah had some experience with this sort of thing. After all, years ago, he had persuaded a whole group of mages to take part in fighting extraterrestrials.
This time, Noah did not think the problem would be too great. Compared to years ago, the quality of the mages had probably improved tremendously.
However, Noah did not intend to handle this mobilization personally. It was time for the Council to properly demonstrate its purpose.
"How many battle-capable mages does Kamar-Taj have now?" Noah asked after some thought. "I do not mean Mage Level. I mean mages who can fight normally, because this time, the enemy may be no different from ordinary people."
"There are a great many mages."
No one else even needed to answer this question before Mordo stood up. "If we include those youngsters at the school, the number would be enormous. But I do not recommend sending so many mages with insufficient combat ability onto the battlefield. They should continue studying and decide whether to go only after reaching a certain level of strength."
Noah tilted his head. He understood Mordo's concerns. He was simply worried that those youngsters, or mages lacking sufficient strength, would only get themselves killed if they went to the battlefield.
But Noah had long had some thoughts on this matter. Mages in training and those who lacked strength both needed sufficient tempering. Was this not the perfect opportunity?
Especially at this stage, it was an unimaginably good opportunity.
Noah rubbed his chin and spoke directly. "I understand your concerns, but I think these mages need training even more. A mage's life should not