A Turning Point in History

Two people sat on the ground by the campfire.

Soren sat on the left, and Ildis sat on the right.

In fact.

Even now, Ildis still felt as though he were dreaming, because just two days ago he had met a fellow witch. The other party had merely offered him a bit of guidance, helping him break through his mental barrier and successfully touch the higher layers of the Weave. Today he was already a quasi-legendary spellcaster, and at his age, reaching such a realm meant that stepping into the Legendary Domain in the future was practically a certainty. According to the arrangement at the time, he had come here to wait for the other party's arrival, because the witch had said that if he had time, he should wait for her nearby as she needed Ildis to help with a small favor.

Going by their agreement, that lady witch should have arrived this morning.

However, it seemed the other party was delayed by something and had yet to show her face. Ildis had originally intended to leave, but after thinking it over, he decided to wait a little longer.

After all, the other party had helped him, and perhaps she was his opportunity.

Ildis had a powerful enemy; that enemy was not only a legendary spellcaster, but also a lich.

Then.

Ildis met Soren.

The lady witch who was supposed to come did not appear, and instead, an unfamiliar stranger he had never met before showed up.

Yet, just as dramatically as his encounter with that mysterious witch, Ildis unexpectedly learned from the other party's words about an important clue regarding an artifact he had always been searching for—the legendary Staff of the Magi.

This was simply like a dream!

As a high-tier spellcaster, Ildis had always been stuck