Many of the Great Mages felt their mouths go dry, their eyes fixed on the wondrous objects that had appeared. They couldn't be blamed for losing their composure. To the Casters who knew the truth, Rorschach, as the controller of the Tree of Law, was effectively the "god" who ruled the entire Magic Realm.
He was an enlightened "god" who did not rule with an iron fist. Instead, he convened meetings periodically, allowing them—mere mortals—to glimpse into the divine Domain and, with their words, determine the evolution of all Magic. Now, he intended to take it a step further and delegate his authority.
"Is this... wise?" The new Tower Master of the Tower of Secret Techniques lacked Feuerbach's composure; perhaps even Lord Fei himself would have found it difficult to believe.
However, this demurral was like a guest who loves his drink telling the host to stop pouring; the more he protested, the more his heart burned with anticipation.
