The Void, Arcane Eternal Star, Magic Great Library, underground second floor.
The flame on the dragonwhale-fat candle was almost motionless. The Void was not a technologically backward place, but every major race had its own unique habits. Take the Arcane Eternal Star, for example. Here, magic perfectly replaced technology.
The candlelight was not dim. It brightly illuminated the dozen or so meters around it, creating an atmosphere perfect for reading in peace.
The surrounding redwood bookshelves were steeped in history, while the air carried a faint woody fragrance that eased mental fatigue.
A slender spellcaster in a cloth robe sat casually beneath the bookshelves. On the low table beside him sat a cup of hot drink, orange mist drifting within it.
"How marvelous. So the elemental power I've controlled all this time has this kind of property. But... is devouring elemental power really safe?"
The casually seated spellcaster was absorbed in the thick book in his hands. He was Archmage Heros, who had once fought Su Xiao and suffered a crushing defeat. That battle had nearly shattered his convictions. The strength he had always believed in had been utterly powerless before a Law-Destroyer.
Because of this, Archmage Heros had been depressed for a long time, and his body had grown thinner. Yet for some unknown reason, his somewhat despondent air attracted many young female spellcasters.
To be honest, Heros found it troublesome. In his eyes, they were all young people better suited to male spellcasters their own age, not a failed man like him, who had entered middle age, was about to advance toward old age, and had accomplished little.
As he read the ancient book, Heros looked even more dejected. He muttered:
"Perhaps... devouring elemental power will bring calamity sooner or later. Perhaps... the balance of the elements really