Clouds steeped in morning light drifted around the spire. The faintly bright sky was as hazy as autumn water, while tranquil dust-laden winds brushed past the tower's dark-gold exterior. Beneath the increasingly radiant sunlight, the dazzling energy circuits remained strikingly visible.
However... whether morning arrived or not was unimportant to a Legendary tower. At this moment, the atmosphere in the mage tower's laboratory remained as silent and still as ever. The figure who always stood before the workbench still had multicolored magical radiance flashing continuously in his hands. Only today, those spell lights that had flickered for thousands of years were clearly more frequent and more solemn than usual.
Yes, time always passed so quickly for Legends. Before anyone knew it, two thousand years had vanished in an instant. During the experiments, which allowed no rest whatsoever, the conversation between Punk and Ganatica had already become a "historical event" from two thousand years ago.
Throughout that time, the Silent Alliance remained utterly inactive, as if it had never existed. No information appeared on the magic crystal card personally given by the "President." Meanwhile, the Mage Guild and the Shattered Talisman Society, who had always enjoyed stirring up minor news, resumed their usual verbal sparring.
But what did the conflict between the Shattered Talisman Society and the Mage Guild have to do with most ordinary Legendary professionals?
Although there were not many powerhouses like Punk who could abandon all enjoyment and immerse themselves entirely in the mysteries of magic, two thousand years were merely enough for most ordinary Legendary professionals to pass through one stage of their lives.
Yet over those two thousand years, Whisper of Destruction's gains had undoubtedly been abundant.
Single-mindedly focused, Punk had raised his spellcasting level once again, just as he had wished. Experiments in crafting magic