Wasn't he supposed to advance? Wasn't he supposed to become a God of Wizards?
Ruger gazed into the distance at that indistinct figure. What the man sought seemed even greater than Ruger had imagined—greater even than what that old friend he had battled all his life had imagined. Yet it did not seem to be going smoothly.
As that sigh drifted across the Endless Sea—
Ruger suddenly understood. Perhaps the God of Wizards was the ultimate answer to that door, the solution to what lay beyond it.
A wizard alone could not do it, and a god alone was even more powerless. But a God of Wizards was different. A God of Wizards might be able to touch the world beyond that door.
Ruger tilted his head.
Was what this man was doing known to the Supreme Council? They most likely knew that he intended to become a God of Wizards, but did they know he was using godhood to touch that door?
Perhaps this man was exploiting the subtle understanding between himself and the Supreme Council.
Rumble—!
The voices of prayer rose another threefold.
That figure seemed to have given up, and the hazy outline of the door slowly faded away.
All the steps that had not completely vanished transformed into light in an instant and surged toward that figure.
Ruger watched silently. This was likely a sight one would witness only once in a lifetime, because this was not merely some great wizard advancing. Someone was becoming a god. By this point, Ruger had grown increasingly certain that this man was becoming a god himself, ascending to godhood—not following the usual path of a faith wizard. There was no shaping of a deity. It was he himself.
Ruger raised an eyebrow slightly.
He looked at the figure, and