Age of Adepts

An arcane security tower quickly flew across a vast plain of golden wheat below an overcast sky.

Rolling black smoke rose to the sky at the edge of the plain. Rumbling roars and shouting could be heard without end.

From a distance, massive, strange creatures the size of hills thrashed about on a rampage. Fighting against them were giant arcane golems forged of a clear blue crystal, each of them standing at over a hundred meters tall.

The struggle on the ground shook the heavens, but the skies were not empty either. They were filled with strange creatures with eagle wings and circling security towers that fought against each other.

Above the security towers, a vicious starbeast charged at a floating city of enormous size. It roared furiously as a torrent of arcane spells and cannon fire bombarded its body as it wildly continued to destroy and massacre everything in its sight.

This starbeast was of exceptional size. It was practically the size of a human city.

Its massive body was covered in black scales, with hundreds of thick, jointed legs beneath it. The starbeast might look bloated and ugly, but it had agility disproportionate to its size.

It twisted its body and roared as it thundered forward rapidly.

The star devourer had moved forward by another hundred meters while they were arguing.

Every building in its way had been knocked down and crushed to pieces, and every living person in them slaughtered and killed. The energy pillar it fired from its mouth had shot down an arcane tower from the sky, causing it to crash into the city as thick, black smoke continued to rise into the air.

“No. I cannot wait any longer; I will go hold back that star devourer. You two just keep talking!” The oldest arcanist of the three tapped the marble floor loudly with his walking stick, his eyes red with frustration.

At this moment, an unusually gentle voice rang out in the hall.

“Nigel, you are still as impatient as ever. You don’t have to go. Leave this wicked fellow to me!”

As the gentle voice sounded in the air, a large arcane array suddenly lit up in the center of the hall. Countless mysterious runes and arcane light shone in the sky, outlining the silhouette of a majestic arcanist.

The arcanists looked like an old man in a simple arcane robe. He had a bright white arcane staff in his hand and a stern and handsome face. It was like there were two blinding, miniature suns glowing in the depths of his eyes beneath his white eyebrows.

He looked like an extraordinarily ordinary arcanist!

If there was anything that set this man apart from the average arcanist, it would be that arcane crown upon his head. Visible waves of arcane flux radiated from the crown, faintly maintaining an intimate connection with this floating city and the entire plane itself.

However, the arcanist seemed to be glowing with bright arcane light. It seemed like this wasn’t a human’s body, but a humanoid projection formed of arcane energy.

The three Great Arcanists hurriedly bowed and paid their respects when they saw the projection.

“You are the pursuer of the arcane truth. You guide us on our path forward. We—”

“Alright, alright. Look at what time it is, and you people still want to repeat these meaningless and pointless greetings. Protect the arcane palace. I will go deal with that creature.”

Having said that, the humanoid projection flickered and appeared above the arcane palace.