Kismet had never once intervened in the sealing process.
Whether the others were bustling with the frantic joy of impending success or paralyzed by the anxious silence of a malfunctioning array, it made no difference to him.
He remained an outsider; the survival of the Land of No Owner and the identity of the next Tier 3 Wizard seemed entirely irrelevant to him.
But now, this outsider had become the best candidate to execute the improvements to the Ice Lock Array.
His strength was formidable, and none of the Tier 2 Wizards present could fathom the true depth of his power.
He was well-adapted to the corruption and dangers of the Land of No Owner. Long before Thor arrived, he had spent a significant amount of time here and had long since mastered the rules of this place.
Yet, before Thor brought him up, it was as if everyone had forgotten he even existed.
No matter how busy or anxious they were, no one had approached Kismet as he stood alone in a corner, far removed from the crowd.
Of course, had Kismet known Thor would drag him into the spotlight at this moment, he likely would have walked away just a second earlier.
Now, called out by name by Thor and watched by the most powerful wizards present, that secret sense of detachment he had cultivated vanished into thin air.
Ignoring the gazes of the others, he looked at Thor, let out a sudden laugh, and then followed it with a soft sigh.
"Fine, I suppose I don't have much going on. What do you need me to do?"
Kismet did not know what Thor and the others had been discussing, but he was well aware that the Ice Lock Array was failing and could no longer achieve its