In the world of magic, hierarchy was everything.
A mage's level wasn't measured by talent alone, but by the class of spells they could cast. From Low Rank to Ultimate Class, every spell represented the caster's understanding, mastery, and overall strength.
The higher the rank of magic one could wield, the greater their standing in the world.
That was the standard.
But every so often...
Someone appeared who simply couldn't be judged by those standards.
Individuals whose strength couldn't be measured by the number of mana circles within their hearts, nor by the highest class of spell they could cast.
They were anomalies.
Blessed by mana itself.
Geniuses born once in a generation, each possessing an affinity so overwhelming that it became their own domain.
Some wielded flames no ordinary fire mage could hope to imitate.
Others commanded storms, life, death, or dreams.
