But all the wizards in the hall understood—
The Yanan World is likely to face an unprecedented and unstoppable great transformation!
Lentria clutched the council proclamation in his hand, staring blankly at the white clouds not far away, suddenly feeling a sense of helplessness rising in his heart.
The last time he felt this way was when he was very young, out playing and encountered a fierce Snow Monster.
He watched as his accompanying guards, also his playmates, struggled to survive under the hands of the Snow Monster, unable to offer any help...
Retracting his gaze, Lentria gently exhaled, the resentment he held towards Colin suddenly dissipating like smoke.
He understood that his resentment was as laughable as a child complaining about the sun being too hot, and pondering it only brought shame.
"Worthy of being the Master of Miracles..." a wizard suddenly murmured in sentiment.
These words were soft as the wind, yet they blew into the hearts of all wizards.
