Wizard King's Congratulatory Gift

It was Nidil's turn. She did not even need Eve to call her; she stepped out from her seat on her own.

Nidil did not force herself to stay calm like Cyrus, nor did she try to maneuver with words like Elwin.

She simply stood there quietly, meeting Ron's gaze.

In the viewing stands, Wayne's fingers unconsciously tightened around the armrests.

Irene lowered her voice, carrying a hint of curiosity. "Senior Wayne, I heard there was once some... 'conflict' between Station Master Nidil and Archwizard Ron?"

"Yes. She once tried to put Ron in his place."

Wayne said, "Back then, Nidil was at the height of her power.

"In the entire Observation Station, almost no one could contend with her.

"She needed a victory.

"A victory that crushed an up-and-coming talent in front of everyone, to solidify her position."

Irene held her breath. "And then?"

Wayne shook his head.

"Then... she realized she was wrong.

"Completely and utterly wrong."

At the center of the field.

In Nidil's mind, the scene of that "sparring match" from decades ago surfaced involuntarily.

Back then, she had unfolded her Void Shell with total confidence.

She had thought she could show that fledgling young man what it meant for the heavens to be high and the earth vast.

And the result?

The embryonic form of the other party's Void Shell had hovered there in silence, like an insurmountable Abyss, devouring every last one of her attacks.

In the end, she could only use the excuse of "stopping at the right point" to bring it to a hasty close.

That was the greatest humiliation of her life.

She had clearly been an entire major stage higher, yet she had been unable to suppress a junior who had just advanced to Dark Sun Rank.

Today's "Void Shell