"You believe there is only one path to truth, a straight line paved with data and formulas.
Indeed, this path can make you an outstanding Dark Sun Level Wizard, but it will never allow you to touch the threshold of true 'greatness.'
These words hit Alister like a heavy hammer, fiercely striking his heart.
His face turned as pale as paper; what Vinard pointed out was the deepest mental barrier he had been unable to break through for decades.
Vinard didn't give him a chance to respond, turning to face Ron's document:
"You all think this plan is absurd, but I see a familiar shadow."
"Six hundred and twenty-three years ago, when I began constructing my Void Remains, everyone below the Great Wizard told me:
'Vinard, you've gone mad. Who would transform their body into a machine? In doing so, you cease to be human, becoming a cold construct.'
Vinard raised his mechanical arm, the silver metallic surface reflecting the light of the Magic Crystal Lamp:
