The arena.
In the bright daylight, black flames suddenly appeared, as though a demon had thrust an enormous hand into the mortal world.
The burning flames resembled razor-sharp claws.
That overwhelming aura and those blazing flames made every Wizard in the arena catch their breath.
"Is that Darkfire?"
Gabriel's eyes widened as he watched.
After Crimson Eye was extinguished, the Academy had seized a great deal of its knowledge.
That naturally included Darkfire, the black flames.
But in truth, the flames were built entirely on Crimson Eye's system.
Mastering them was no simple matter.
Of course, many Wizards had managed it.
Yet he still felt that Ian's Darkfire was somehow different from ordinary black flames.
"And on this scale?"
He looked at the sheer volume of black flames and the might of Demon's Hand, then thought of Ian's level.
"Just how far has he mastered Flame Rhythm?"
The corner of his mouth twitched.
There was still a vast gap between them in overall strength, but when it came to Flame Rhythm, the gap seemed just as vast—in the other direction.
"Darkfire?"
Even Aaron, standing nearby, was taken aback.
He recognized that familiar aura.
Not all Darkfire was equal.
The Wizards of Crimson Eye Wizard Academy might all have wielded Darkfire, but their mastery varied enormously.
It looked the same on the outside.
Yet ordinary students and the most central members stood on entirely different levels.
As for what he sensed now...
He felt that Ian's mastery might run even deeper than that of Crimson Eye's most central Wizards back then.
It almost felt like the Darkfire of a Three Rings Wizard from Crimson Eye.
"That comprehension is ridiculous," he murmured.
Judging by the power of Demon's Hand, Ian's understanding of Flame Rhythm had clearly reached a profound level.
"That Joshua