"It's gone..."
An elderly mage's voice was hoarse.
He nearly collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with hollow despair.
"It... it actually..."
On closer inspection, this old mage was actually an eighth-rank Grand Magic Mentor.
The ranking system for mages differed from that of other professions and Warriors.
The eighth and ninth ranks were both rather ambiguous stages.
Normally, casters of these two ranks corresponded to mid-level and high-level Legends.
They had not yet reached the demigod level.
Yet a considerable number of casters, through years upon years of comprehending laws, had already stepped half a foot into the demigod realm ahead of time.
However, it was far more difficult for mages than other professions to advance upon the divine path.
Every elemental branch, and even the branches beneath the pantheon of the God of Magic, was overcrowded with gods. There were no spare divine seats, and even Igniting divine fire was vastly more difficult.
And if they rashly ventured into this domain, they could easily be ostracized by the branch deities within the established pantheon.
The difficulty of drawing power from the vast ocean of mana or comprehending laws would increase exponentially.
As a result, the realms of many casters appeared exceedingly vague.
Very few dared to call themselves Magic Gods or magic-type demigods.
Some high-level casters had clearly reached the level of high-level demigods in their comprehension of laws.
Yet they remained stubbornly stuck at high-level Legend, at most stepping half a foot into the realm of low-level demigods.
That was an entire major rank apart.
Seeing this veteran caster so utterly distraught, no one had the time to say much.
Because everyone understood the severity of the problem.
Before the evidence, the flames of vengeance appeared so pale and powerless.
"A high-level mage from the east