They thought it was over.
They thought the catastrophe had ended there.
And so, after that incident, they continued living their years in relative peace.
Naturally, a disturbance of that scale had drawn the attention of Korea's ruling powers. But with Zen's newfound strength, even the Emperors governing each region could do nothing but yield to him.
There was simply no stopping him.
Through Zen, those who had spent their lives hiding in fear, the people capable of wielding mana, were finally able to walk openly beneath the clear skies without fearing persecution or witch hunts simply for possessing magic.
And so, in fifteen years, Zen had become a living legend.
"...Archmage!"
Naturally, the mages looked up to Zen as a hero, referring to him by a title that somehow only served to embarrass him.
An Archmage.
"You sure are popular," Jihyeon teased from the side.
"Please stop…"
Naturally, Jihyeon found the situation amusing.
