Holy Light Plane. Lynn let out a sigh of relief after receiving the academy's reply.
At last, he could leave.
He descended from the observation platform, passed through the corridors within the tower, went down the stairs, and stepped out through the tower gate.
Finally, he stood beneath the walls of the first line of defense, looking at the golden pillar of light in the distance.
After two years of Analysis, his understanding of the laws of holy light had become profound.
Those runes, those patterns, those energy-flow trajectories—he could draw them even with his eyes closed.
It was time to leave.
Lynn withdrew his gaze and headed toward the central tower.
Oriana was still standing atop her own Wizard Tower, likewise watching the golden pillar of light in the distance.
Her posture was the same as it had been two years ago; even the folds in her robes had not changed.
Lynn climbed to the top of the tower and bowed behind her.
"My lord, I have applied to advance to Stigma. The academy has approved it, and I request to hand over my defensive duties."
Oriana turned and looked at Lynn.
Her eyes were deep violet, yet Lynn always felt that the way she looked at him had changed from two years ago.
Perhaps she was astonished by his talent.
"Handle the transfer procedures with Old Luo. He will arrange it," she said.
"You likely will not need your Wizard Tower anymore. I will leave it to the next Wizard stationed here. Pack up anything you wish to take today."
Lynn nodded.
Oriana paused, then added, "Your angel legion is not bad."
Lynn froze.
How did she know he had an angel legion?
Over the past two years, to avoid trouble, he had never deployed the fallen angels