Locke and the other three exchanged glances.
Locke mused, "In the Age of Stars, a First-Class Wizard Apprentice could live for four hundred years, while a Formal Wizard could live for a thousand? That's twice the lifespan of wizards in our era."
"Could it be that ancient wizards lived even longer?"
Warwick, Wizard McKinley, and Witch Shally also looked shocked.
Clearly, this archaeological discovery had left them utterly astonished.
Each discovery was more shocking than the last. Who knew how many papers this could produce for top-tier journals?
Wizard Warwick's body grew somewhat agitated. "This has never been discovered before!"
"This trip to the ruins really was worth it. Although quite a few unexpected things happened, we succeeded—"
"Wizards before the Age of Stars lived at least twice as long as wizards in later eras! I just don't know in which era wizard lifespans were drastically shortened, or what exactly happened to cause it."
"We—"
Beneath the setting sun, Otto seemed deep in thought as he turned to look toward where Locke and the others stood.
He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
But in the next moment, a Dark Sun appeared in the sky.
At that instant, some kind of power within Locke seemed to be stimulated. Golden vertical pupils appeared in his eyes, and the entire space began to tremble.
An invisible voice emerged, as if delivering a verdict.
``` [Otto Heliotos, you have failed. Of the four great problems, you solved only one. All your merits and achievements, all your sins and failures, are erased.]
[Unless time can be reshaped and the past reclaimed; unless the name of wizard makes demons weep and devils tremble; unless a wizard ascends into demonhood and transforms ten million Magic Kingdoms, there will not be the slightest