The chairman of the Association of Mages of the Republic of Northwest, the chief Legendary Master of the Church of the Void Mask, the captain of the first generation of mages of the Church of the Void Mask, the Wise Man of Purification… these elders who all had glorious titles sat on the watchtower at the top of the mage tower and looked into the distance.
After decades of preparation and planning, today, the moment of reaping the fruits of their hard work had finally arrived.
At this moment, he was gazing into the distance. In truth, his eyes were not focused, and his mind was simply thronged with thoughts.
Because of his instructions, no one had come up to disturb him. Even the gods who watched him closely also kept their distance—of course, this bit of a distance was not a big deal at all. If an accident really happened, they would still be able to rush over in no time.
But Satan was not thinking about this. He was thinking about his own life.
