Chapter 2715
"—Just as, to Councilwoman Su, an ounce of coarse-ground rye flour and an ounce of Changbai Mountain Red Qiú spinal bone powder held little difference in value... in the eyes of monsters, there was not much difference between a Transformation Spell and a Binding Spell either. It was merely a matter of reciting one spell or several."
"—Gan Ning, and those ordinary wizards with even less talent than him, had the spring within their bodies completely dry up when they were very young... Their minds were empty, their bodies empty, yet they were bewitched by that dazzling distance, desperately practicing all kinds of magical techniques day and night, as though that would let them reach that glimmer of light... as though that would grant them immortality."
"—That feeling was exactly like fighting in an endless hell, where there was not the slightest hope of victory in sight. This was not the fault of ordinary people."
"—Nia was like that back then."
"—She got up before dawn every day and still did not sleep by the early hours of the morning, studying desperately in hopes of making up the gap between herself and those monsters... She always thought the problem lay with the experimental materials: 'I only need to run a few more experiments,' 'I only need to change crucibles,' 'I only need a few milliliters of dragon blood.' Then, to accumulate a little magic materials, she risked entering Deep within the Silent Forest... and then, step by step, her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness of the Silent Forest."
"—It was like falling into quicksand or sinking into a swamp. The harder you struggled, the harder it became to escape, while the troubles before you were like snowballs rolling down in an avalanche, roaring in your ears and