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At the very top of the newly constructed Mage Tower, the new headquarters of the Wizard Association.
Two figures, one in gray and the other in black, stood before a window.
Watching the anomaly in the sky, the person in gray let out a helpless sigh, "This is almost like a repeat of what happened fifteen hundred years ago. If we knew this would happen, maybe back then, perhaps..."
But the Black Clothed One beside him let out a cold laugh, interrupting, "These undying fools, have they begun to seek their own destruction again?"
"Uh…"
Hearing this, the figure in gray hesitated, opened his mouth as if wanting to retort but couldn't find the words to begin.
At this moment, a voice came from behind, "Seeking their own destruction? I don't think so."
Turning their heads, they saw a young figure in blue standing before the bookshelves behind them, holding a book in his hands.
"What do you mean?" asked the Black Clothed One, frowning.
