Most had already set off. Those who remained standing were a true minority, making them all the more conspicuous. More than two thousand wizards stood or walked, their eyes shifting in thought or their lips moving in inaudible murmurs. It was a varied scene, but not a disorderly one. Each possessed a composure of their own, and none looked visibly frustrated or furious.
The few who truly remained standing did not gather together. They simply stayed where they were, each wearing an indifferent expression.
Green naturally intended to leave, and he had understood the meaning of Ruger's actions in an instant. At first, he merely smiled in realization. Only after looking into the distance and turning back did surprise show in his eyes. Ruger reacted much the same way. As the wizards departed, most of those who truly remained standing seemed to be of higher ranks, including quite a few high-rank wizards beyond the Third Ring.
"I think I really ought to leave now." Green glanced at the wizards, most of whom had already gone, and started walking again. Turning his head, he said, "Good luck, Sir Ruger."
Ruger shrugged listlessly and watched him leave.
Gradually, as the scattered footsteps faded into the distance, the vast square, its edges shrouded in darkness, fell completely silent.
The wizards who had been pondering with their heads lowered now looked up. Everyone's gaze focused on the corpulent old wizard.
The old wizard slowly descended from the air. Only when he reached the ground did his terrifying height become apparent. He was taller than three Rugers stacked upright on top of one another. His corpulent build, combined with his position high in the air, had distorted everyone's perception.
Ruger raised his eyebrows and glanced around.
"You possess exceptional abilities, and what you face will