Dago knew full well that he was currently in desperate need of the subsequent ice magic inheritance of the [Winter Star] school.
Techniques such as [Shattered Winter Mirror] and [Winter Star in the Palm] had all been killing moves he forcefully deduced through his own insight, feeling his way across the river by the stones.
At present, he had only constructed a vague framework in his mind.
Every brick and tile to come would need to be filled in with vast amounts of practical combat knowledge and fleeting flashes of inspiration.
This was destined to be a long path of exploration, fraught with Thorns.
Yet the corners of Dago's lips curled upward. He did not find it tedious.
On the contrary, he thoroughly enjoyed the sense of control that came from personally drawing up a grand blueprint for ice magic.
"Crack, crack—crack—"
The faint sounds interrupted his thoughts. Beads of water seeped from the remaining frost around him, which began melting faster.
Dago immediately scanned his surroundings vigilantly.
The temperature of this crimson battlefield was rising in a violently abrupt surge!
The fissures deep underground had been completely torn open. Even thicker, hotter magma erupted wildly like fountains, tongues of flame licking at the void as they climbed higher and higher.
Clearly, the previous Fourth Circle fire mage had only just been slain, and the next, more troublesome foe was already rushing over at full speed.
Dago slowly straightened his tall body. His hanging hair began to stir without wind, gradually floating upward.
An eerie, deep-blue radiance burst from his profound eyes as though it were tangible!
"Buzz!"
Deep within his mind, ten dazzling Soul Crystals ignited completely at the same moment!
A terrifying Mental Force Field more than ten times greater than before surged from his body like a