Keith suspected that Old Heaven was deliberately messing with him today!
The map was clearly perfect for their ace, yet they had landed right beside Divine Arcana Academy. After finally lucking into an honest-to-goodness Warrior Academy and having them find most of the clues for them right at the start, he had been riding high—only to suffer a sudden reversal of fortune.
The moment they surfaced, they ran into this imposing figure: Maserli.Algalos, the second prince of Divine Arcana Academy, also known as the Storm Prince. He had once been Beksas's chosen candidate for Crown Prince, and at birth, he had already resonated with the Algalos Storm Armory. At the age of one hundred, he had used his astonishing talent to earn recognition at the Eye of the Storm and forge his own Storm Hammer.
Unlike ordinary Divine Arcana people, the crystal armor covering the bodies of the Algalos clansmen, who used Storm Forged Iron, was gray and translucent, with thunder faintly flickering through it. The pressure he gave off was immense!
"Oh, what do I see? Is that pure Pristine Ice?" Maserli hovered above them, looking down at Keith and the others. His eyes seemed to disregard their existence entirely, drawn only slightly by the Pristine Ice Longbow behind Ashe.
Ashe's face was pale as she looked up at the giant whose entire body crackled with thunder. Against the backdrop of storm clouds overhead, he looked like an emissary of the lightning.
"Bug, have you forgotten how to answer?" The corners of Maserli's lips lifted slightly, revealing a cruel smile.
"Please forgive us, sir!" Keith hurriedly stepped forward. "The girl was just frightened for a moment. It's rare for us to meet someone of your stature, so please accept this small gift and don't take offense."
As he spoke,