Severed Waves stared down with a horrified expression. His face drained of color, almost turning lilac. He looked as though a deadly headache had seized his mind.
"Wh... what am... am I seeing right now?!"
Paragon Raizel shifted a chagrined gaze to him.
"That was what you asked to take care of a mob."
The Paragon's voice cut through the air, saturated with disdain.
"The fact that you have been a Sage for more than ten years does not mean you are the best there is. You and your family have a strange and twisted notion of the progress of power. Indeed you are respected as Sages who can even defeat some Ascendants, but you only achieved this because of your overwhelming years of experience."
He paused, shifting his gaze to Northern before continuing.
