The starlight beneath the night curtain remained as dazzling as ever, and the cold, desolate breeze perfectly suited the atmosphere of the Winter Season. As the Frost Maiden's skirt once again swept across the Faerun plane, flakes of snow began drifting slowly over hills and plains.
However, the changing seasons still had nothing to do with the Legendary Mage residing in his own magic tower. Even if the Hatak Imperial Nation was destined to lose vast numbers of people in this premature winter, the busy spellcaster would not stop his research over such an "insignificant little matter."
More than a thousand years had now passed since the "President" concluded the Executors' meeting, yet the order to begin their mission had still not been sent. As a result, Punk had not entered a busy mission state.
In fact, what the Legendary Mage was doing at that moment was producing two or three technically demanding Legendary Level Alchemy Potions. After the meeting ended, unlike the other spellcasters, he had not obtained the model of a Legendary Magic spell from the "President" in advance as payment. Instead, he had exchanged his reward without hesitation for a large quantity of Legendary Level resources.
For Punk, he lacked neither basic spell knowledge nor Legendary spell models. He had not even fully understood most of the Legendary spells in Archmage Wedraxia's memories yet, while spending one-third of his reward to exchange for warrior-class knowledge for Ganatica, that "blank-slate subordinate," seemed rather wasteful.
As for another enticing part of the "President's" wealth—magic equipment...
Such things were naturally better in greater quantities, and their speed and effectiveness in improving one's strength were exceptionally convenient. If possible, Punk would not have minded covering himself in a pile of Legendary magic equipment and crushing his enemies with "wealth."
Unfortunately, the