The colossal reservoir of power was wrenched from the great serpent's energy core by sheer force of Wang Yu's will. Every last thread was torn free and transmuted into ammunition for Avia, fuel she guided into the spell taking shape before her: the eighth-tier Wendel Myx's Wrath.0

Strictly speaking, Avia wasn't yet a legend. The mana vortex within her body had yet to reach the point where she could independently cast a legendary spell.0

But that was only natural. Records showed that the average age at which magicians ascended into the legendary realm was over a hundred and sixty. Even the youngest, at forty-seven, had been a once-in-an-era prodigy named Sulla. Avia, not even twenty, was all but guaranteed to step into that realm within a handful of years.0

Her talent, magnified by countless factors, was nothing short of monstrous. And in truth, with the power of the Chariot substituting for her own mana vortex, her limits were now far beyond what a normal magician could dream...0