Locke withdrew his hand from the man. The wizard's current condition was extremely strange. Locke had repaired his soul using the Magic Potion Reverse-Refining Method, but his Permanent Defense Field was gone. This effectively reduced his soul structure to that of a Wizard Apprentice. The powerful sense of boundaries created by four Mental Power materializations during the First-Ring Stage had also vanished. Yet a great deal of Magic Pressure remained in his body, and his Great Magic should not have been destroyed. Otherwise, the twenty thousand points of recovered Magic Pressure would have disappeared as well.
The wizard clutched his head and looked at Locke with gratitude. "Wizard, thank you."
"I am Akinsos."
"From Deerhorn Ridge."
"I truly cannot thank you enough. Please tell me who you are. Once I leave here, I will do everything in my power to repay you for saving me."
Locke stood beside him with his hands behind his back. "There's no need."
"Since I did not save you for your sake, you do not need to repay me. Besides, I have not completely healed you. Remember this: if you can, go find your Great Magic. You have twenty thousand points of Magic Pressure left, so you were most likely a wizard at the Star-Ring Limit, or perhaps a Moon-Ring Wizard. Your Great Magic was not destroyed, yet your Permanent Defense Field was. That is a rare condition in the Wizarding World. The Venom Great World actually harbors such power."
Locke studied his expression. This man's gratitude toward me is beyond measure. His soul is like it has no sense of separation from the surrounding environment. Once his Permanent Defense Field was destroyed, it was equivalent to having his entire First Ring ripped away.
Since his Great Magic was not destroyed—meaning it was most likely