"Dago Heka!"
Violet's low murmur was like a stone cast into a placid lake.
The young wizards of the Thorn Ring looked dazed.
The voice pierced their eardrums, yet stirred stormy waves in their hearts.
"Everyone..."
Violet paused, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
"The future of the Thorn Ring may well be written by this name."
Dead silence.
No one spoke.
Words seemed pale and powerless at this moment.
Every face was filled with nothing but complicated emotions.
It was as if a palette had been overturned, shock, jealousy, fear, and confusion intertwined.
At the center of the platform.
Dago's five fingers loosened slightly.
The sensation was cold and hard, as though he were touching the physical embodiment of laws.
Gellman's face turned deathly pale, and his body uncontrollably "fell" backward.
Like a kite with its string cut.
In that instant just now.
Countless deductions flashed through Dago's mind.
That Miracle-Tier Spell Artifact pulsed in rhythm with Gellman's heartbeat.
More than that, it was not merely an artifact, but the manifestation of half of Gellman's soul.
If he forcefully dug it out.
It would be equivalent to tearing apart a soul alive.
Gellman would die.
He would die on the spot, without the slightest doubt.
In the Prodigy Battle, falling might be nothing more than a cold number.
A pile of dry bones beneath the Throne of Truth.
Yet a calculating glint flashed through Dago's pitch-black eyes.
There was no need.
A living Gellman might be worth more than a dead artifact.
Besides, he had already "seen" the mysteries of truth.
His mental power pierced in with the precision of a scalpel.
During those few seconds of contact.
The Constant-Change Incantation at the core of the Miracle Arcane Artifact, along with those intricate rune arrangements like a river of stars.
Had