Karul Plains stood at the border of Andras and Meltor, and it was a regular battlefield for the two of them. Despite the terrain favoring a magician’s range, Meltor had never managed to rout Andras in battle. The fortress of Rutben had been an impregnable defense.

To make matters more interesting, the topography of Karul Plains had changed after being bombarded by countless 7th Circle great spells, creating canyons and hills across its normally flat surface. its appearance over the centuries. The battlefield between superhumans and magicians had already been twisted beyond nature’s ability.

“In that sense, maybe this is the last time we can call this a plain,” the elderly man muttered as he stroked his beard.

It had been fifty years since he had set foot on the plains. He stood at the peak of the Magic Society as its chairman, but the memories of his battles on these...