"Juventus..."
"As expected... the Black Witch King's only bloodline..."
"Tower of Knowledge, Tower of Spells, Tower of Souls."
Within the dark, deathly silent space of true nothingness, Dago slowly opened his eyes and thoroughly digested the image information about Juventus that he had proactively received in his mind.
He raised his head again and reexamined the three majestic towers before him, each radiating terrifying pressure, with a more scrutinizing gaze.
His pitch-black eyes glimmered with rational thoughtfulness.
"These three towers correspond to the three core factions of Mirror Lake—the Deep Sea, Flame, and Black Moon—that people speak of outside?"
Dago asked quietly in his mind.
"Heh, I thought that after so many long years, the Wizarding World's upper echelon, who pride themselves on standing at the forefront of truth, might have come up with some eye-opening new method for recruiting fresh blood."
"So after all that, they're still using the same old tricks left over from the Ancient Era..."
Alazan's faint voice, thick with both disdain and nostalgia, drifted eerily into Dago's ear.
"What do you mean?"
Dago raised an eyebrow.
"During the Ancient Era, when those truly powerful wizard schools with deep foundations recruited new inner disciples, they did not care at all about spell power or elemental affinity. They only looked at one thing—the grade of a new member's True Spirit!"
The golden ladybug Alazan had transformed into beat its dimly glowing wings as it drifted leisurely before Dago, gliding past the phantoms of the three distant towers one by one.
"Only those whose True Spirit grade reached four stars or above had even the slightest, most distant chance of touching and advancing into that unspeakable realm known as Twilight over the long years ahead."
"The hard recruitment standard of most top schools was set at that benchmark."