Dago's gaze swept across the other thirty-one stone pillars.
Here was Cloud Summit, and also a proving ground for power.
Every towering stone pillar carried the greatest ambition and talent of this generation in the southern Wizarding World.
Dago's gaze did not pause, skimming over those indistinct figures like a hawk.
There were six Late Third Circle powerhouses.
Those six auras were like torches in the night, brazenly proclaiming their presence.
Aside from the already renowned Michael and Korklau, Dago's gaze settled on a patch of golden radiance.
Psychic Dawn, Gale.
He was the odd one out among the thirty-two, and the only steel knight.
Unlike the plain robes of traditional wizards, Gale wore a full suit of mithril knight armor, reflecting dazzlingly cold gleams beneath the sunlight.
His golden hair flew wildly, and his temperament shone like the dawn, carrying an inviolable sacred majesty.
Most eye-catching of all was the extraordinary creature at his side.
A snow-white horned horse with a pair of wings on its back restlessly pawed at the stone pillar beneath its hooves, white spiritual mist billowing from its nostrils.
It looked much like the unicorns of legend, holy creatures that existed only in ancient texts.
It was said that such beasts possessed the miraculous ability to purify everything, and the spiraling horn atop their heads was the bane of every poison and curse in the world.
As his gaze shifted, the scene suddenly darkened.
Chaos Secret Society, Vicky.
He curled up in the shadow of his stone pillar, his head slightly lowered as his lips moved rapidly, as though he were muttering to evil spirits in the void.
A dense aura of misfortune materialized into black smoke that coiled around him, swallowing even the light.
Further on was Ewakuai, inheritor of the Elder Spirit Wizard