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The moment the words "Myriad Phenomena Stigma" were spoken, the hall erupted.
Anyone with a little knowledge understood what those words meant. Only some of the lower-ranked wizards did not know what "Myriad Phenomena" was.
A One-Ring Wizard in gray robes turned to the companion beside him.
"What is the Myriad Phenomena Stigma?"
His companion did not answer. He was busy asking someone on his other side the same question.
A Third-Ring Wizard stood amid the crowd, arms folded and brows tightly furrowed, murmuring "Myriad Phenomena" over and over.
As though those words held extraordinary significance.
The lower-ranked wizards whispered among themselves, their voices growing louder, buzzing like a swarm of bees.
Some had heard of Gregor's Myriad Phenomena Path and knew it was a path no one had ever completed, though they did not know exactly what made it so difficult.
Those who knew nothing pulled aside those who did and asked. After a few words of explanation, the listeners gaped, joining the ranks of the astonished.
Fear Stigma stood on the left side of the hall, gazing up at the mark on the ceiling, his fingers clenching and relaxing inside his sleeves.
He had spent decades condensing his Fear Stigma, following a path others had already walked, with texts to consult and experience to draw upon.
The Myriad Phenomena Stigma had no predecessors' experience, no texts to consult, nothing at all. It depended entirely on one's own insight.
A newly ascended Stigma wizard had walked a path no one had walked before.
His face grew a little pale.
The white-haired frost man stood on the right side of the hall, his head tilted back as he carefully