More than fifty Grand Magi appeared in the sky in less than ten seconds, all halted by Daisy's Star Mark power.
Their robes varied in style, but every one of them was suffused with immense magical energy. Threads of magic formed stars and incantations across their garments; they wore rings of tremendous power and carried staffs capable of splitting mountains and seas. They were the strongest of this era, this age.
This was not magic's dying age. Things like Doctor Strange coughing up blood after casting a single acceleration spell, or having to sacrifice a kidney to summon a demon, simply did not exist in this flourishing era of magic.
Magic was everywhere, inexhaustible and limitless. Anyone born with magical talent could be tested at a professional institution, soar to great heights afterward, receive the finest education, enjoy the best life, and obtain the greatest share of social resources. As long as they were not particularly stupid, they could reach a fairly high position.
There was no magical backlash here. As the manifested incarnation of the Fifth Age world, Eternity of this spacetime encouraged intelligent life to use magic.
The fifty-odd Grand Magi before Daisy were not mere scholars who taught at academies. They had fought through countless battles and were the heroes of this age.
To eliminate aberrations and terrorists like the Materialist Empire, they had abandoned their comfortable lives, left behind friends and family, crossed mountains and rivers, and endured innumerable bitter battles. They held lofty ideals, hoping to clear away obstacles for their descendants and for magic itself.
The group exchanged glances. They knew Daisy—or at least, they believed they did.
Precisely because they knew her, they found it unbelievable. A worthless nobody universally acknowledged by the Empire's upper ranks could stop more than fifty of them?