When the rift of Imaginary Space resealed, the night sky over the Quicksand Lands returned to its superficial calm.
Yet, all beings with extraordinary perception could clearly sense the terrifying resonance lingering in the atmosphere.
These were the dreadful "traces" left by the fierce confrontation of four Great/Wizards, as discernible as ions in the air after a storm.
Leonardo stood on the viewing platform, his eyes behind the lenses filled with terror.
"Three Great/Wizards... simultaneously defeated..."
His voice trembled with shock, and the leather-bound record book in his hand nearly slipped to the ground:
"Such an event... hasn't occurred in the last thousand years of Wizard history..."
At the level of Great/Wizards, the gap in individual strength rarely reaches such disparity.
After all, once one becomes a Great/Wizard, who hasn't been a rare genius in their youth, with hardly any equal among peers as a usual matter.
