How long had this war involving clashes between several powerful factions been going on? Was the battle's progress bar at one percent, or ninety percent?
Punk did not actually know. After all, the people truly controlling the course of the war had always been those few mysterious Blazing Sun Professionals. All a Morningstar Mage could do was cause whatever disruption and trouble he could for the Mage Guild.
That might indeed have sounded unpleasant. After all, danger in a war was best kept within one's own control to provide peace of mind. Even "Whisper of Destruction" had to seriously consider whether a Blazing Sun killing move might one day suddenly erupt above the Kalamus Empire, replacing the brilliant radiance of Mira and Chikasa.
However, considering that he now had a Blazing Sun level magic item as a tangible safeguard, as well as the generous payment he could earn as a mercenary... perhaps there was no need to worry too anxiously about the war's progress.
At least, as he inventoried the vast amount of "compensation ransom magical resources" sent over by the Red Robed Mage Guild, and felt the inspiration and powerful strength deep within his soul that he had gained from Walkerway's psychic magic, the caster's mood rapidly improved. The scarlet smoke of war filling the sky and the refugees' noisy sobbing seemed increasingly beautiful and moving.
Yes, after a tense Morningstar-tier battle, and after striving to adapt to and understand an eccentric caster's "Mind Teleportation" spell, Punk's class level had risen as he wished. Not only had he received the large batch of Morningstar resources Old Eman had promised as compensation, he had also gained the brand-new power of a Level forty-six Morningstar Professional.
After all, communicating with a genius could easily yield inspiration and knowledge. Although this form