The King Who Descended!

The deeper Dago ventured into the ruins of the Mirror Forest, the more he understood the power and intricacy of spatial and mirror magic.

This legacy from the ancient wizard faction known as the Court of Mirrors was something he had to fight for, no matter what.

Bernal had once told him that resources, connections, reputation—everything had to be fought for.

How could opportunity come to someone who refused to fight? Anyone who held back would only be overtaken by others!

He had already "missed" his chance to enter the front lines. Now that he had reached this second line of the first-level trial, he would yield nothing!

Dago did not know whether the Lens Rune granted entry to the next round of the legacy selection to the first person who claimed it or to whoever held it at the end.

The latter was far more likely, but as long as there was even the slightest chance it was the former, Dago would not let the opportunity slip away before his eyes.

Even if it meant making himself the first target.

Besides, he could use this chance to test his true combat strength.

Dago swept his gaze across the stunned faces of the wizards below. Excluding the three wizards from the Thorn Ring, he faced fifteen opponents.

Nine were at the Late Second Circle, and six at the Mid-Second Circle. It was a formidable force.

This really is a bit of a challenge.

Dago murmured to himself. The vivid blue light in his eyes was swiftly sealed beneath ice, and all stray thoughts and emotions sank into Winter's Stillness.

Just as he entered the state of [Winter's Stillness], the platform below, which had fallen into a brief, eerie silence, erupted with surging currents of energy like volcanoes bursting to life!