Inside Iolam's Floating City, within a towering metal Magic Tower that pierced the clouds.
'In that case, after I speak with the other Grand Arcanists, I'll have someone transport the Nethys Scroll to you...'
After responding to Karsus's request through telepathy.
Iolam had lived for countless millennia and personally witnessed the rise of the Kingdom of Netheril.
Yet in appearance, he retained the youthful looks he had possessed at thirty, like an elegant noble.
His bearing was even far more noble than that.
He slowly took a few steps forward.
With an unruffled expression, he surveyed the apprentices inside the Magic Classroom, who were diligently studying.
It seemed as though—
Just as Karsus had said before, the prospect of restoring the Nethys Scroll could not truly move him.
Yet only he himself knew.
He actually attached great importance to this matter.
However, at the same time, many thoughts had surfaced in his mind...
One of them was a faintly ominous premonition.
Perhaps this time, something would go wrong with the Nethys Scroll again...
At the slightest misstep.
It might vanish inexplicably as it had last time, causing every Nethys Scroll to be lost forever.
The second was that, although the Kingdom of Netheril now appeared to be at the height of its power, with thousands of Floating Cities drifting through the skies and standing unquestionably as the strongest among the surrounding nations, immense threats still existed beyond its borders. Nor did it possess a true pillar capable of resisting enemies on the level of gods. As its leader, he naturally had to worry about that...
'Why not simply move the Nethys Scroll to my Floating City and have Karsus come here to study it...'
Iolam suspected that the item might be lost again, and after thinking it over carefully.
After