"Kuziman, do you have any objections to me becoming the Head of Mages?" Lynch stood before all the Great Mages, speaking calmly.
"Indeed." Kuziman stepped out from the crowd, holding the Great Mage's Wand, the symbol of status, in his hand, though his fingers trembled on it—or perhaps it was his heart that quivered. "You are indeed the best among the younger generation, and among all the mages I have heard of, you are the most talented. In fact, because of you, we will have to redefine the definition of the word 'genius.'
"So what are you going to do?" Lynch smiled at Kuziman, looking directly into his eyes. The evocation mage in front of him was the most versatile in attack methods among all the Great Mages. Whether it was Element or force field, Kuziman had reached a remarkable level of mastery.
