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The title of mage, a tier of mastery equivalent to that of the grand knight, represents not merely strength, but an entirely new plane of comprehension and control over magic. Upon crossing that threshold, a magician's grasp of mana will evolve. The world itself becomes fundamentally different.
Rudolf, too, was a mage. Unfortunately, he had chosen to invest that formidable power primarily in magical research.
In terms of magical theory and technique, his insight was peerless. Yet combat had never been about sheer force or quantity of spells alone. Combat tested how much of one's strength could be wielded in the moment—and how well.
Having sworn fealty to the royal family early on, Rudolf devoted most of his resources to gathering esoteric knowledge and uncovering curiosities. He rarely faced actual battles—after all, mages advanced differently from knights.
In most situations, a mage's power sufficed to obliterate enemies outright. Even when lacking martial prowess, a mage's command over mana was enough to pulverize most foes.
But not now. Not against Wang Yu, who had returned from the brink at full strength. Not with Avia standing at his back. A monster reborn, a prodigy unbound—two opponents fighting as one.
"Avia, pass me some alchemical alloy,"
Wang Yu's voice carried through the newfound power that now coursed through him. Without hesitation, Avia opened a rift in space. From within spilled her carefully hoarded cache of alchemical reagents and metals.
The metals clattered at Wang Yu's feet. Then the power within him—the Chariot—surged forth and engulfed them. The radiance of his body twisted, summoned, and reshaped the alloys. They crawled across his form like living armor, affixing tightly to his frame until he stood sheathed in thick, gleaming plating.
Broader and more massive, Wang Yu now exuded raw, oppressive force.
And rightfully so. The alchemical metals were unnaturally dense. As they fused to his body, his weight increased dramatically. The stone floor beneath his feet cracked with each step.
The grinding of metal filled the air as he flexed his limbs. The armored helm concealed his face, turning him into something more akin to an alchemical construct rather than a living knight.
Due to concerns over agility and defense, Wang Yu had rarely worn anything heavier than light armor before.
But this was different. These metals bent to his will like blood to a spellcaster. They enhanced, rather than hindered him—adding not only protection, but also power.
His massive metal fist drove...
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