Chapter 168
A 7th Circle Black Mage, and one of the strongest beings residing on the 98th tier of the Black Magic Tower.
An ancient being whose age was beyond reckoning stood there, an opponent beyond compare for Dale, who had grasped the power of the Fifth Circle.
Dale, fused with the 『Book of the Black Goat』 and reborn as a creature of the dark caverns, accelerated the pitch-black circle coiled around his heart.
Simultaneously, a single stroke was added to the ink-wash painting world unfolding before the old master.
It was not the brush held in the hands of the black mage, the old sage, standing before Dale.
If we assume this world is a world of painting, a canvas itself… it was a celestial brush moving as it gazed down upon that canvas.
And from Dale’s perspective, it felt like the absolute being’s brush, wielded to paint over and erase his very existence.
Moreover, he could intuitively sense that this brush was moving precisely according to the will of the ‘old master’ standing before him.
He was reborn as a transient being within this canvas… and Nosa wielded the brush as if to smear over that existence.
Therefore, Dale swiftly unfolded the world of thought centered around his feet.
In the duel of high-ranking mages, to establish a territory that reflects the mage’s ideology.
“……!”
The landscape beneath Dale’s feet warped. And there, spread out before them, lay a winter night like any other and a castle as black as ink.
But strictly speaking, it was not Dale’s world.
