Inside the Hall of Truth's Mark, Lynn stood before the crystal ball and allowed it to scan and inspect him.
Light circled through his body, then emerged from beneath his skin and returned to the crystal ball.
Ripples spread across the crystal ball's surface, and the mechanical voice sounded again.
[Identity confirmed: Lord of Myriad Phenomena · Lynn, former apprentice under Gregor, intermediate researcher.] [Detecting life level...] [Energy level: Stigma-Level Wizard, peak fourth ring.] [Soul wavelength: highly stable, no abnormalities.] [Soul fluctuations match academy archive records. No signs of possession, parasitism, or soul contamination. Inspection passed.] [Information update successful. Congratulations,]
After the inspection was complete, the hall fell silent.
The gaunt old man withdrew his hand from his sleeve, and all the fear tentacles retracted.
The woman's body stiffened for a moment. Her shadow chains emerged from the ground and shrank back into her body.
Wayne stood at the very back. After hearing the results, he could not help raising an eyebrow.
A genius? Or a monster?
Marfa's pupils suddenly contracted.
Peak fourth ring?!!
How was that possible?!
How could a newly promoted Stigma possess energy at the peak of the fourth ring?
How many years had it taken him to climb from the third ring to the fourth? The gaunt old man clenched his fingers within his sleeve.
It had taken him one hundred and fifty years to advance to the fourth ring, Shadow one hundred and thirty years, Wayne sixty years, and Marfa one hundred years.
But this brat... had taken less than ten years!
And he had reached the peak fourth-ring energy level immediately upon advancing. Where were they supposed to put their old faces now?
The gaunt old man fell into self-doubt. The