The tradition of tea talks, like the Sunset Gathering, has always been a part of the Wizard World.
In an era when the elemental forces of nature were mysterious and the boundaries between schools were not yet clear, wizards would light bonfires under the starry sky, using knowledge as fine wine and experiences as delicacies to share with one another.
They exchanged spells, meditation insights, experimental research findings, and even their personally created rune imprints.
No civilization’s brilliance can exist without the contributions and drive of exceptionally talented and open-minded individuals.
Of course, as time progressed to the present, the wizards’ tea gatherings have become more purposeful and private.
The glow of dawn shone brighter than the Arrogant Sun, reflecting on the faces of the Silver Magic Ring Masters, their expressions changing, except for the First Ring Master of Level 4 Dawn, who remained calm.
He raised his right hand, holding a silver-white, gem-embedded short staff that emitted a faint white light. Invisible mechanisms in the Void were triggered, and the huge metal ring beneath everyone’s feet suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless metal cubes of the same size that bloomed like a flower outward before rapidly reassembling into a massive bowl-shaped platform. Metal stairs formed from the platform, extending in all directions like guiding bridges, connecting to each Magic Airship.
The suspended "Dawn" light in the sky converged, and one by one, figures descended, walking up the metal stairs toward the center.
The entire Silver Magic Ring was stirred by this sudden commotion, as numerous wizards from around and beneath the eight Silver-white Towers flew out, looking up in bewilderment.
On the large metal platform, seven Dawn Wizards congregated, slowly approaching the people of the Magic Ring.
All seven were surrounded by almost tangible waves of Mana, each appearing like an endless source of power, their every move exuding an air of supremacy, demanding one to look up even when standing at the same height.
The leader, cloaked in a Black Robe with smooth skin and handsome features, appeared to be about thirty but emitted a subtle sense of profound age. His aura was even more powerful than the others, his presence like an ancient pond, calm yet hiding immeasurable depths, conveying a sense of having been tempered by time and full of accumulated knowledge and experience.
Except for the First Ring Master, the other Ring Masters, only at the Late Stage of Level 3 Wizards, felt almost breathless under the close and oppressive presence of the seven Dawn Wizards.
"Manuel, it has been a full three hundred years since we last met..."
The handsome leading wizard smiled as he spoke, and the First Ring Master, Manuel, calmly stepped forward to greet him.
All Level 4 Dawn Wizards then quickly ascended into the sky.
Watching the handsome Black Robed Wizard above, chatting amiably with First Ring Master Manuel, one of the seven Ring Masters below inhaled sharply and slowly said, "The sole Level 5 Wizard from the Southern region, Luona’s head disciple, and the current head of the Star School..."
"Now I understand what Manuel meant by a minor trouble."
Someone’s expression darkened, and they spoke through clenched teeth, "Flant is representing Level 5 Wizard Luona.
They know our Magic Ring’s capabilities, and I knew they would never let Heramus’s legacy be taken away from the Southern region so easily!"
In an instant, everyone’s mood turned heavy.
Heramus’s legacy left in the Southern region was like their "ship ticket" to return to the Central region.
And judging by the current situation, it was clear that the Southern wizards were attempting to forcefully keep or even destroy this "ship ticket."
Previous excitement and joy now transformed into worry and irritability, swirling inexplicably among them.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, someone spoke in a subdued tone, "So, where exactly is Damien now?
Kosti, you surely must know, right?"
At these words, everyone’s gaze abruptly shifted to one person.
Kosti, facing the stares of the crowd, pursed her lips slightly and remained expressionless, saying nothing.
In the vast and boundless sea, a few sporadic seabirds soared joyfully in the blue sky.
Suddenly, the calm surface below began to stir, and bursts of dark blue Ice Frost surged rapidly from underneath, lifting huge waves high into the air. Before reaching their peak, they were frozen by the terrifying cold into walls, and then collapsed heavily, shattering into countless ice flowers.
In just the blink of an eye, a large area of the turbulent sea was covered with a thick layer of solid ice, like a smooth mirror standing on the sea’s surface, reflecting brilliant sunlight.
The bizarre sight had not lasted long before the ice-covered sea surface was suddenly broken by something.
A vast number of Free Energy Particles converged, and large clouds rolled in, dropping dark blue lightning, followed by the emergence of an indescribable, ferocious, and majestic serpent’s head from beneath the cracked ice.
As the head of the giant serpent emerged, the chilling air rushing over the sea surface intensified dozens of times in an instant, the terrifying chill spreading rapidly across the frozen surface.
From high above, looking down, the sea resembled a vast blue cloth, its wrinkles rapidly smoothed out by an invisible force.