"This was witnessed by quite a few people. She possesses divine power," Riccardo said solemnly. "If the chairman doesn't believe it, he can examine her himself."
Drandos's magic seeped into Nimel's body.
Very quickly, his magic encountered resistance.
After the seventh tier, each advancement brought a qualitative transformation in magic, rather than a mere increase in quantity.
For Drandos's magic to meet resistance, it had to be at least Tier 9...
Clearly, Riccardo had not lied. Nimel's body did indeed contain a power unique to gods.
"Gasp... She actually has divine power. What principle is this?" Drandos was utterly shocked and hurriedly shouted over his shoulder, "Teacher, come take a look!"
As soon as Drandos finished speaking, another Nature Mage entered.
She was rather hunched, short in stature, and her limbs seemed to have already begun to atrophy. She was extremely gaunt.
She wore snow wolf fur and carried an utterly unremarkable walking stick in her hand.
She walked very slowly, yet every step seemed to carry her several meters forward.
Each of those steps seemed to pound upon everyone's hearts.
Those exceedingly slow footsteps only appeared slow. In the span of a single breath, she had already arrived before them.
Tap!
That shriveled hand came to rest atop Nimel's head, and another stream of magic entered Nimel's body.
"Mm, it is divine power..." The elderly woman wore a benevolent expression as she raised her face with a smile. "To think that I would witness a god manifest in the present world during my lifetime. What an eye-opener..."
Riccardo's expression changed completely.
No matter how much authority the chairman of the Nature Mage Association had, he was still only Tier 8. The Goddess of Dawn Church had deep foundations; it was entirely possible for them to conceal matters from a