The Elf King visibly trembled as it laid its eyes on Merek and Azel did too.
There was something about this feeling, even through the memory that simply couldn't be compared to other Great Mages in the very least.
The pressure radiating from the floating wizard felt like standing at the edge of an abyss, staring into infinite darkness that stared back with malevolent intent.
Even as just an observer in a memory, Azel's instincts screamed at him to run.
The magical energy surrounding Merek wasn't just powerful… like the man had burned away everything human about himself and replaced it with pure destructive force.
"He was Humanity's first Archmage… a man who could use ten mana circles however he engraved those circles into his bones and veins, turning his human body into a living machine." The Elf King said, its voice tight with something that might have been fear. "He was unbeatable, even my Father could not hope to defeat him despite having lived longer than him."
