"The five-star evaluation from the Tower of Spells—although your soul aptitude is a little lacking—should still be enough to get you into the wizard organization known as Spirit Mirror Lake."
Alazan's lazy voice rose in his mind, pulling Dago's wandering thoughts back to reality.
"After all, any wizard faction willing to make an exception and extend its recruitment range to the Formal Stage could not possibly set its entry threshold too high."
"But there is still one final test left."
Dago casually brushed the ashes of nothingness from his sleeve and headed toward the last tower in this trial space as he replied offhandedly.
"The time limit for this selection is as long as three years. Three years is enough to grind progress points, complete tens of thousands of high-intensity spell practices, or go into seclusion several more times to cultivate Spiritheart Amber."
"If the trial rules allow a second test, then whether it is my soul aptitude or my spellcasting ability, I can forcibly raise the final evaluation by another level."
This time, Alazan unexpectedly offered neither rebuttal nor mockery. A flicker of thoughtfulness passed through Dago's eyes, but he did not press the matter. He simply walked alone to the Tower of Knowledge.
This inverted tower, symbolizing knowledge and wisdom, was woven from rugged, ancient whale bones and countless upward-flowing streams of water, representing a field of learning as vast and suffocating as the deep sea.
Dago had always acted cautiously, so he deliberately saved this seemingly harmless test for last.
He had assumed that, like the trials of the previous two towers, only his consciousness would enter.
Yet to his surprise, his body felt no tearing sensation, nor did it meet the slightest rejection or obstruction from the rules. He entered the tower directly in his physical