Undercurrents surged, storms gathered... No two phrases could have better described the Multiverse as it was now. A massive conspiracy had entangled far too many people and events. The so-called silence was destined to vanish soon enough. From the demons of the Abyss to the Mage Guild of Faerûn, even the habitually low-profile Hell Devils now had no choice but to face the coming clamor.
These were the wheels of a new age, the prelude to the tide. Fireworks had already lit up the night sky, and horns had sounded their deep call. Everyone would dance along the border between darkness and daylight, while the overture of fate inevitably took the stage with unstoppable grandeur...
But for now, these matters did not need to concern Punk, an ordinary Legendary spellcaster. As the saying went, "When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up." Although the caster had inevitably become involved in this enormous storm, he was certainly not tall enough. The truly fierce clashes were still some distance away from him.
Compared with those unknown upheavals and undercurrents, Whisper of Destruction cared more about his Legendary Magic and the Pale Scepter.
There was no doubt that Punk's talent and comprehension were monstrous. Thus, his process of learning Legendary Magic had gone fairly smoothly. Although Muse's Twisted World was tremendously difficult, the caster had ultimately mastered this powerful alchemy-based Legendary Magic.
Complex spell models inevitably contained greater knowledge and insight. After diligent practice that would have been considered grueling even for a Legendary professional, Punk naturally grasped this precious knowledge and further understood the mysteries of laws. At the same time, his class level rose once again. Whisper of Destruction was now a level thirty-two Legendary spellcaster...
He had increased his class level, assigned Ganatica a task, and obtained double