Seizing the Staff

Azterlan was dead.

From the moment his decision had failed, this outcome had already been inevitable. Facing the siege of three powerhouses wielding legendary killing moves, the White-robed Mage's life-saving "Power Pause" had merely delayed his death. When the final outcome arrived, the defeat of the Level Thirty-Five Legendary Mage "Pale Ghost"—Azterlan—remained unavoidable.

His soul was pierced and shattered by a lance, his flesh torn to fragments by the Destruction Law, and his pure white robe, symbolizing Lawful Good, was reduced to ashes beneath the impact of divine power... After the third concentrated legendary killing move ended, Azterlan, who had exhausted the uses of the Pale Scepter's stored spell "Power Pause," still met his inevitable end with profound unwillingness.

The kind mage had failed to save White Stone City, and he had failed to save himself.

As the frenzy of erupting energy gradually dispersed and the last Law Fragments completely faded away, all that remained in the void where even space and laws no longer existed... was that Bright Moon Staff, its color carrying a trace of gray decay and pallor...

Even great Legendary powerhouses were nothing more than meaningless "dead men" after death. A Hermit faction professional like the White-robed Mage had fallen all the more silently. After his life and his wish for a peaceful existence vanished like smoke, this lone staff became the only proof that a Legendary Mage named Azterlan had ever existed.

But... before long, even this final "relic" of the White-robed Mage would prove nothing. In just a few seconds, it would likely have a new owner!

"Whoa, Punk, let me warn you—didn't we agree that all spoils would be fairly divided after serious negotiations? Whoever makes a grab for them gets their whole family killed!"

Staring at the Pale Scepter floating in Astral