Lynch listened to the Great Mage's words but couldn't fully comprehend them. Today, Mage Vizren appeared somewhat strange, as if burdened with a heavy load, the immense pressure making him look very haggard. If it weren't for his substantial power as support, the old mage would have long crumbled under such overwhelming pressure.
Soka couldn't understand a word the Old Dark Elf said, and that magic staff didn't interest her at all. The little angel was immensely excited, sitting on the soft magic carpet, watching the giant metallic sphere beneath her feet constantly transform between liquid and solid states.
"Master Vizren, what do you intend to achieve with these words? Please speak frankly." Lynch smiled, "Though I'm also a mage and know the importance of maintaining an air of mystery, I'm not very fond of speaking in riddles."
