Sylvester hadn't planned to fight a level ten Grand Wizard, who was most likely half-a-step into becoming a Supreme Wizard. Even with his Elder Magic, there was no way for him to overpower that kind of person. But fooling him with his theatrics was also challenging.
'Will he believe in Solis if he truly is such a big believer?' Sylvester wondered and tried his best to look imposing and godly. His crimson halo alluded a dangerous energy, and his long golden blonde hair fluttered without any need for wind.
"My strongest believer, the greatest one? Prove it—What is the name of my son?" Sylvester made his voice slightly echoey and muffled this time.
