Allen's voice held no emotional fluctuation, as if he were reading a risk disclosure for a technical document.
"First, you will permanently lose your potential for advancement as a Wizard.
"A Golem's body possesses no Sea of Spirit, making it impossible to inscribe Will Runes. Your power limit will be locked to the performance ceiling of the body I create for you.
"In other words—" He paused for half a second. "—your Wizard career is over."
Ryan said nothing.
Twenty-seven years. He had walked the path of a Wizard for twenty-seven years. Starting as a bottom-tier Wizard Apprentice, relying on his unremarkable talent and a desperate work ethic, he had climbed his way up to become a First-level Wizard. The fruits of his struggle were simply gone.
Then, a question transmitted through Ryan's soul resonance: "Boss, may I ask what the limit of this Golem is?"
