Ruger suddenly realized that if things were truly as he imagined, then accepting this little black trinket and using it—successfully becoming a Demon Hunter Wizard—might mean that he had unknowingly joined some group whose full picture remained unknown.
That was assuming the Demon Wizard truly had that many students.
Once there were enough people, their differing ways of doing things and ideals would naturally branch into paths that shared the same source yet led in different directions.
Whether they were trickling streams or surging rivers, it was impossible to avoid.
Wizards were brimming with spirituality and possessed long lives. They were, by nature, one of the most unusual kinds of beings in this world whose ideals were most prone to collision.
And the so-called students of the Demon Wizard might also have entanglements of interest unknown to ordinary people.
Ruger grinned.
Wanting to avoid such things entirely was just as unrealistic. Extraordinary power simplified the world in some ways, yet complicated it in others. Its development allowed people to see more, hear more, and come into contact with sides of the world they had never imagined. From facing the world in utter bewilderment, to seeing it with clarity, then delving deeper still—obtaining questions and confusion closer to the ultimate truth. Different wizard factions were born while upholding their own ideals and pursuing their own purposes. The wizards within them were like miniature reflections of humanity's exploration of the world: even among similar ideals, there were countless differing divides. United yet different, they bound themselves to one another in order to rely on organizations of like-minded ideals, shortening the process of spreading their own beliefs and striving to go farther in a wizard's life that seemed long, yet was in truth finite and busy.
Perhaps that was how the Supreme Council