Although Kenneth was an exceptionally gifted mage, even he faced immense pressure upon entering an environment saturated with Age of Gods ether.
Rather, the fact that someone as young as him could move freely within the Dragon's Heart already proved his talent.
For modern mages, true ether from the Age of Gods was poison. While the magical environment within the Dragon's Heart was not entirely identical to that of the Age of Gods, it was likely quite close.
If a mage's abilities were even slightly lacking, symptoms of poisoning would immediately appear. Their bodily functions would rapidly weaken, leading to death.
Albion represented not only antiquity, but also a region that had remained partially untouched by the territory of human order.
In other words, history here had developed along a path where the Age of Gods had never faded and humans had never separated from gods. It could be called an if of Proper Human History—
This was the greatest legacy of London's Mage's Association, and the very prerequisite for the Mage's Association to exist as an organization.
Beyond the corridor formed from the Magic Circuits of the deceased dragon lay the conference chamber for the Grand Decision.
It was a vast circular room illuminated by strange magical light. A round table of indiscernible material stood at its center—this certainly had not been carried down from the surface.
Over the centuries, this round table had witnessed countless meetings held by the Lords of the Clock Tower, deciding the pitiable and lamentable fates of many mages.
Now, all participants had arrived, and this Grand Decision was about to begin.
Seated on the left side of the table were the Lords representing the democratic faction. The most conspicuous among them was the tall, powerfully built Lord of the Department of General Fundamentals,