Even though the grey-haired Mage didn't have a lot of money in his Space Ring, his Focus should still be worth something.
The Foci the Clouds had access to were the best of the best, and they certainly weren't cheap.
Although, "not cheap" didn't mean expensive for the Clouds.
Maybe the Focus was worth about two Grade Seven Mana Crystals, making the Mage's total net worth about Five Grade Seven Mana Crystals.
However, that was still pitiful for an Ancestral Mage Cloud.
Many kilometers away, a Bolt was looking at an emblem with many small names written on it.
A second later, one of the names was crossed out, and the Bolt shook his head.
"What a waste," he muttered. "Why did you try to attack someone a level above you? Don't you get that jumping a level amongst Clouds is basically impossible?"
