Stripped of his Twinsage Glintstone Crown and with his glintstone staff confiscated, the Primeval Sorcerer was driven out of Limgrave in utter disgrace.
The Tarnished had let him off so lightly not out of kindness, but because the Academy had detained Stormveil's freight workers as hostages and demanded his release.
To protect its people, Stormveil had no choice but to comply.
The sorcerers had no honor whatsoever. One moment, the two sides had been trading normally; the next, a giant iron ball had come crashing down. All the workers delivering goods had become the Academy's prisoners-128 in total: 52 humans, 66 demi-humans, and 10 Albinaurics.
"Despicable!" D slammed his fist on the table in fury. "How could the Academy sink this low?"
"Because the Academy was never noble." Sellen's voice was as sharp as a knife.
"Take the Caria Conspectus, for example. They call themselves the rightful heirs to Master Azur's comet sorcery, but in truth, they're nothing more than a pathetic bunch of tomb keepers. They treat their founder's discoveries as immutable scripture. How a spell is recited, how high a staff is raised-even the slightest change is branded heresy. They aren't studying the primeval current. They're using it as an authority to control others."
"The Olivinus Conspectus is no better. Founded on Master Lusat's meteor sorcery, they seem to rival Caria, competing for the right to claim the 'primeval current.' But that's just the pot calling the kettle black. They've turned another set of discoveries into a new dogma. Fundamentally, they're no different from their rivals. Both have pinned living knowledge to a specimen board."
"And the Twinsage Conspectus, made up of the 'top students' from both factions, is the most successful monstrosity this rotten system has produced. They study both comets and meteors, seemingly attaining perfect wisdom,