Anton's Second Invitation, the Soul-Anchor Pendant, the Black Wizard Camp, and an Astral Realm Sacrifice!

In the square.

The obelisk's faint glow shone in everyone's eyes, but all they could do was stare blankly at the man sitting before the Nature Obelisk.

Seriously?

He had studied Natural Wizardry too?

Nobody could believe it.

Soon, a soft light spread over the obelisk, ultimately covering about a tenth of its surface.

Not much.

Not much, my ass!

A tenth already placed him above average among all these wizards.

"You've got to be kidding."

One Gray Tower wizard was visibly trembling.

His grasp of elemental laws far surpassed every other wizard's, his Body Tempering was nearly on par with the outstanding wizards, and his understanding of nature had reached the average level as well.

Was this the standard a lower-tier Academy should have?

He had already far surpassed the best of their generation.

Even the two or three truly exceptional wizards of their generation in the Academy were probably only at this level.

Grant, Zachary, and the others nearby, including Cyril, all wore bitter smiles.

Especially Cyril.

She recalled how she had joined their little circle and abandoned her relationship with Ian to improve her understanding of laws.

Only to discover, after all those twists and turns, that Ian was the strongest wizard among them.

At that thought.

She felt she might have made the wrong choice.

"A budding third-ring wizard."

Wizard Anton watched Ian slowly finish, his expression full of emotion.

This was unquestionably the standard of the very best second-ring students.

Even within the Eternal Firmament, he would certainly rank among the elite.

After all, comprehending laws to this degree, and in multiple fields at that, was exceedingly rare.

"Are you really not considering joining the Gray Tower?"

He could not help asking again.

"I'm sorry, my lord. I have no plans to for now," Ian