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Everyone in the room forgot how to breathe. The blackened emblem in Do-Jin’s hand projected four letters into the air, spelling “Sion.” The sight alone made them freeze. The name hung there like a command from the heavens, burning itself into their minds. It wasn’t just any mana signature but the personal crest and name of Archmage Sion Grace, the master of the Tower itself.
Do-Jin stared blankly for a second, then let out a strangled shout. “Wait, that crazy woman actually gave me hers?”
The disbelief hit him like a punch. This wasn’t something a normal person could even wrap their head around. He’d assumed the emblem she tossed at him back then was just some mass-produced access pass, but this lunatic had literally handed over her own emblem, the one tied directly to the head of Elthomagia.
He wanted to laugh, scream, and curse all at once. Still, as dumbfounded as he was, his reaction was nothing compared to the two mages standing before him. Viego’s face had gone ghost-white and every drop of color was drained from it.
His eyes were wide and trembling as he tried to force words out. “Y-y-you... You’re not... Are you, by any chance, the Tower Master?”
In his frantic mind, it was the only explanation that made any sense. The idea that some lunatic would forge Sion Grace’s emblem and walk straight into the heart of Elthomagia was absurd. It was far more believable, at least to him, that Sion herself had shapeshifted into this man and was pulling one of her bizarre pranks....
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