Swoosh!
Whoosh!
Creak!
The next day, at noon, Max's aura suddenly surged, causing the curtains, bedsheet, etc., to flap wildly and even the furniture creaked, seemingly about to give out under the sudden pressure.
A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, and as he did, his surging aura began to calm down until it was fully contained within him.
Phew~!
Exhaling a deep breath of stale air, he greedily inhaled fresh air and then looked down at his hand, which he slowly clenched.
Katcha!
The satisfying sound of joints creaking sounded.
"I've reached the peak of the Four Star, huh?" He muttered in a low voice, sounding a little incredulous.
The first ever Four Star mage he saw was the old headmaster of the cloud academy. When he saw him, felt his powerful presence, and witnessed him magically appear and disappear, he had thought when he would reach the same stage as him—and now, he had, in such a short time since he became a mage; he couldn't help but be a little emotional.
