The greatsword, empowered by the Eternal Flame, sliced effortlessly through the armor's body.
Flames circled around him, forming a golden wheel.
A trail of wreckage littered the corridor.
Hideous melted scars appeared on the armor's breastplates.
The only one left intact was the unlucky suit John had dismantled at the start.
John looked at the armor secretly trying to reassemble itself.
The armor trembled in fright.
John walked over, sword in hand.
The armor tried to flee, only to trip over one of its companions' arms.
It clutched its head with both hands, looking utterly terrified.
Seeing this, John simply planted the sword in front of it. "Thanks for your contribution."
He turned and left, leaving the armor staring blankly.
The starlight had changed by now.
It had grown brighter.
The other Magic Masters began arriving here, one after another.
What remained strange was that Anseir still hadn't arrived.
Even Andrivin found it odd.
As a court mage, Anseir should have been the strongest among them.
One person's arrival took all the magic academy's instructors by surprise.
"Topps?"
Even Ayla couldn't hide her surprise.
They hadn't expected the most unlikely Magic Master to walk in.
Topps the Waste Stone.
Someone even Ayla had thought would be a mediocre Magic Master.
Yet this very man had entered the Seagull Cluster's Hall of the Divine Book.
Topps looked the same as ever, wearing simple mage robes, his face somewhat haggard.
"Lady Ayla." Topps seemed a little more cheerful.
But faced with the academy's instructors, he still showed signs of inferiority.
His dream was to have his magic spread throughout the Seagull Cluster, just like the instructors' magic.
Andrivin said, "I didn't expect you to make it in."
His tone was hardly friendly. After all, everyone at the magic academy shared one belief: