A saturated core, in the Novice stage.
Meaning he stood right on the threshold of a breakthrough into an Adept Mage.
A few more months—less, if he pushed—and he'd break through.
And he was only eighteen! How many talents could boast such strength at his age! None!
The people present weren't fools. Unexpected growth happened. Exponential growth even happened.
But this?
"This…" the young man muttered under his breath. "Is this correct?"
The woman checked her tablet twice. Then a third time, as if that would change the data on their screens.
"Yes," she said flatly. "The glyph confirms it."
Selene laughed—a low, delighted sound. "Hah! I knew it."
Eveline's thoughts raced.
An improvement was expected, she admitted inwardly. After what he did to William's group…
But this?
This wasn't just talent.
This was absurd.
George's eyes gleamed.
A diamond, he thought. No—
A generational talent.
Every single person in the room reached the same conclusion, almost simultaneously.
