Allen's voice was devoid of emotion, like he was reading the risk disclosure from a technical manual.
"First, you will permanently lose your potential to advance as a Wizard."
"A Golem's body has no Sea of Spirit, so it cannot inscribe Will Runes. Your power ceiling will be locked to the performance limits of the body I create for you."
"In other words—"
He paused for half a second.
"Your career as a Wizard is over."
Ryan didn't speak.
Twenty-seven years. He had walked the path of a Wizard for twenty-seven years.
Starting as the lowliest apprentice, he had relied on his less-than-outstanding talent and a desperate, tenacious attitude to claw his way up to a First-level Wizard, step by step.
The fruits of his struggle were gone, just like that.
Then, a question came through Ryan's spiritual resonance: "Boss, can I ask what the Golem's upper limit is?"
