A Supreme Wizard, especially one so infamous for his powers and prowess, happened to appear out of nowhere and in support of their enemy. The Shadow of Masan, her husband, and the remaining nine Grand Wizards were filled with fear from the depths of their hearts.
How could they possibly combat a man who single-handedly defied the Church of Solis so successfully? A man whom even the Pope dreaded facing. A Supreme Wizard of unknown level—how could victory be attainable?
"Will you fight me all at once or one by one?" Julius asked as he dragged his giant sword toward the nine enemies. "You, Manzax, you're about to become a Supreme Wizard, aren't you? It's a pity you chose the wrong side—so much potential squandered."
Manzax felt his feet stepping back on their own. "I…I didn't mean to fight you…My Lord."
