Meeting

As the last few Level 3 Wizards hurried into the room, the conference hall's heavy metal doors slowly closed with a deep rumble, shutting out the last trace of outside noise.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became more solemn and oppressive, as though even the air had thickened.

The soft light cast down from the dome began to flicker and ripple in faint, irregular patterns.

This was not a malfunction in the lighting system. Rather, it was because the thousand-odd formal wizards of Level 3 and above gathered in the hall had almost all instinctively entered a state of intense focus or vigilance.

The energy fields released unconsciously by their powerful spiritual force intertwined and collided, forming invisible "elemental turbulence" that disrupted the propagation of light in the real world.

The swaying light and shadows were the most direct manifestation of the undercurrents of power.

At that moment, a female wizard seated not far to Benjamin's right turned toward him.

With undisguised curiosity in her eyes, she looked him up and down before asking softly, "Are you... Wizard Benjamin?"

Benjamin turned to look at her. She was a middle-aged witch with a capable air, dressed in a pale blue Wizard Robe.

She carried the distinctive scent of various Alchemy materials mixed together, clearly someone who had immersed herself in the field for many years.

Somewhat puzzled, he nodded. "I am. And you are?"

Before he could ask further, a tall, thin male wizard on his left leaned over as well. He wore a monocle of crystal and exuded the air of a scholar.

His excitement was even more obvious than the female wizard's. "That's right! It must be him! Wizard Benjamin! The direct descendant of Lord Anton Buchanan, and the one who brought our Noren Workshop the opportunity for