Above the sky, a dialogue among the elites.
The Dawn Wizard Aizer greeted, "Long time no see, Erodion. However, as a junior, you should come over and pay your respects first."
Erodion replied blandly, "Do you think this is some Elder Council of a family? Still playing those seniority games. This is the world of wizards, where strength speaks louder than words."
"Ha!"
A cold laugh rang out. It came from Antonio, the Master of Star Dust, who said sarcastically, "I never thought someone like you, from a fallen family, not even a direct descendant, a Muggle, could have the fortune to stand here and talk to us one day."
Margaret chipped in, "This is how it looks when a commoner seizes high rank. Their minds are full of flaunting their newfound identity and status, eager to cut ties with their former self. A few generations for a rare chance—just pity him for a moment."
In the shadows, it was glaringly evident that the three were targeting Erodion.
