Nylian Feno was shocked by the sudden turn of events. He was standing right beside the towering black pillar that had golden caps on both ends.
Watching the intricate carvings of serpents as well as the faint runes shimmering under the light of the morning sun, he could immediately tell that this was a very precious treasure—far more valuable than anything he'd ever seen.
But something seemed strange...
Where did he get this artifact?!
That was his first thought.
How did he become a Mana Vortex Magus so quickly?!
That was his second thought. It was also one that was ringing inside the minds of all the Magi on the battlefield. It didn't matter whether they were from Ravenfell or Blackshore.
To be able to witness the birth of the youngest Rank 3 - Mana Vortex Magus in the history of Tron was a surreal expereicne entirely.
Regardless of these Magi's allegiances, only one thing bloomed in their hearts.
Admiration.
