Signal

Azterlan had also considered whether Punk possessed some method to break the Magic Lock that he himself had despaired of confronting. After all, judging from the various signs displayed by the caster, Whisper of Destruction, who had remained unfathomable from beginning to end, did indeed seem to be preparing to crack the Magic Lock.

However, that line of thought did not linger in the Legendary Mage's mind for long, because his reason immediately rejected such an "absurd" conjecture.

That was right—absurd! How utterly absurd!

What kind of existence was a Magic Lock? Without exaggeration, even a "mass-produced inferior Magic Lock" like this possessed defenses capable of withstanding several "Radiant Moon finishing moves." Even if a Blazing Sun Throne highly skilled in Enchantment School spells personally descended here, deciphering a Magic Lock—one of the iconic magical creations of the Netheril era—would still take at least several years.

And Punk was merely a "newly-promoted Legendary" who had only reached level twenty-six. If someone claimed he could crack a Magic Lock... at least Azterlan, who had personally experienced the Lock's complexity over two hundred thousand years, would never believe it.

Especially when he did not know Punk well enough, even Azterlan himself felt that his own "wild speculation" was far too absurd.

Even in the mind of the Pale Ghost, who had already completely despaired of the Magic Lock, Punk's purpose—even if it was simply because the Chaos Faction mage disliked him and wanted to pick a fight—should not have been something as unbelievable as attempting to crack the Magic Lock.

Or rather, at the most fundamental level, Azterlan had never believed that anyone could break this sturdy prison.

It was precisely because of this that the self-centered Azterlan found Smile's refusal strange.

"Could it be that the Legendary Mage known as Whisper