Raylo looked toward Mage Delin and Mage Wendel.
Master Wendel shrugged, a helpless yet amused expression on his face.
"Don't look at me," he said.
"Frank has always been like this."
"A classic academic fanatic. The more unsolvable a problem is, the more excited he gets. If he doesn't figure it out, he'd probably drive himself crazy."
"As the Chief of the Tower of Truth in Mage City, he's notorious among Casters all across the Continent for his obsessive nature."
Mage Delin chimed in with a smile, clarifying things for Raylo.
"He's not wrong, though."
Mage Delin's smile slowly faded. His gaze returned to the massive metal door, and his expression grew solemn.
"This puzzle Phillips left behind truly exceeds the scope of any single Domain of knowledge. It's like an ultimate creation, an intricate combination of countless top-tier problems from different disciplines, all interlocked. To solve it, the few of us just aren't enough."
Raylo nodded.
