Saint Dero, Aurelius's Mage Tower.
It was exceptionally quiet here today, without the faintest sound.
If someone who knew nothing about magic came here, they would definitely think the place was closed for the day.
But if someone with sufficient intelligence or perception came here, they would immediately run as far away as possible.
At a level ordinary people could not observe, there were countless magical defenses.
With the Mage Tower as its center and a three-kilometer radius, hundreds of hidden detection devices of all sizes had been scattered throughout the area, along with even more triggered defenses, spell traps, and interference arrays. Most terrifying of all, naturally, was the Mage Tower itself.
The surging magical power made the tower look, from a mana-observation perspective, like high beams blazing in a pitch-black night where layered clouds had obscured the moon.
Even without looking, one could feel the intense light shining over. There was nowhere to hide.
Anyone who saw it would have to ask: What exactly was going on inside? How many Legends were in that tower?
Twenty-seven.
Jia Xiu could answer that very responsibly.
As of now, there were twenty-seven in total. Why "as of now"? Because the number could still increase. According to Master Larven, he had notified quite a few people to come witness this moment of tremendous significance. Not all of them would necessarily come, but every one of them would certainly be trustworthy.
More specifically, they were mainly important figures from the Caster Association, including its president, various advisers, and ambassadors from other organizations, as well as people from the Alchemy Association—and even a few from the Warriors Association who had come to join the excitement.
He really did not understand what people from the Warriors Association had come for.
Could it be that the