Being a Magus Alliance Council member was not merely a goal—it was a cosmic proclamation. A declaration that one stood among the one thousand figures who represented over fifty thousand civilizations scattered across the Magus Universe. It was to sit at the table where destinies of entire realms were decided.
Which was why, when Emery calmly stated his goal, the entire lounge fell into stunned silence.
Rosia was the first to find her voice.
"Even reaching a Grade 3 faction wouldn't guarantee a seat…" she whispered, almost breathless. "And… thirty years… Emery, that is impossible."
Her reaction was not an exaggeration.
