"Apocalypse Witchstone?" Locke thought for a moment, recalling how he had obtained numerous treasures from the Loom Princess's treasury.
There had indeed been one treasure that was not an ancient object at all, but rather a mineral that had fallen recently. Abyssal Energy still coiled around it.
Locke took a smooth, round stone wrapped in Abyssal Energy from his Astral Ring.
When Wizard Smith saw this, his eyes immediately went wide. He reached out to take the Apocalypse Witchstone in Locke's hand.
The next moment, the magical power between them transformed into a fierce wind that swirled back and forth.
All the disguises on Wizard Smith's face nearly vanished. Instead, his eyes filled with desire for the Apocalypse Witchstone, and he reached out directly. A Spell Model was completed almost instantly.
The magic light in Room 1 flickered erratically and malfunctioned, plunging the room into darkness. Within that darkness, a massive meteor wrapped in lightning hurtled toward Locke.
One intricate Spell Model after another appeared in Wizard Smith's hands.
Locke instantly sensed that, at the moment his opponent attacked, an aura of aging had come from his soul. This meant that his soul was already close to reaching its lifespan limit.
Although his opponent was still very young.
The magic in his opponent's hands should be a very special kind of Great Magic under construction.
The next moment, the illusions vanished. In Wizard Smith's hand appeared an extremely complex Spell Model composed of fifteen concentric circles. Along the edges of those concentric-circle Spell Models, 108 stars moved across them.
A voice seemed to reach Wizard Smith's ears. "I understand, Grandfather. This is Golden Crown Mountain. I know."
"I was impulsive just now. I'm sorry."
"Grandfather."
Locke immediately realized that the Third-Ring Wizard from Storm Tower had been watching this place