The apprentice stood at the edge of the platform, watching that grayish-white streak vanish into the horizon in an instant, his heart filled with shock.
That lord... was no ordinary man!
He turned and ran down the platform, passed through several corridors, and pushed open a door.
Beyond it was a small office. A middle-aged Wizard in gray robes sat behind a desk, reading.
The middle-aged Wizard looked up at the panting apprentice.
"Why are you panicking?"
"Sir, a Wizard came out of the teleportation array just now. His robe was dark purple, with an insignia I've never seen before."
As he spoke, the apprentice gestured with his hands. Water elements rapidly gathered, and an intricate insignia slowly formed in the air.
Though some details differed, it was still seventy or eighty percent similar.
The middle-aged Wizard put down his book, studied the intricate insignia, and frowned slightly.
This insignia... seemed unusual.
He took a crystal ball from a drawer and handed it to the apprentice.
"Project his appearance and the insignia."
The apprentice accepted the crystal ball, closed his eyes, and fed the images from his memory into it.
The crystal ball lit up, revealing Lynn's face and the insignia on his chest.
The middle-aged Wizard stared at that insignia for a long time. Sensing the extraordinary information contained within it, his pupils suddenly contracted.
He placed the crystal ball on the desk, leaned back in his chair, and tapped the armrest twice with his fingers.
"A Stigma Wizard."
The apprentice's face went pale.
"Stigma? Sir, are you certain?"
The middle-aged Wizard did not answer. He rose and walked to the window, looking out at the grayish-white sky.
Even in a first-rate force like the Gray Tower, Stigma Wizards were already among the very strongest!
As for the great