A long time ago, when Headmaster Blackwood first recognized Adam's prodigious talent, he did not feel pride… he felt pity.
Back then, his thoughts were these:
In a world where you can advance no further than the Mana Core Rank, your brilliance will one day dim and eventually die out.
Oh, the tragedy of Magi like us who tread the path of arcana. We are but comets, blazing brilliantly for a moment, only to fade into oblivion the next.
Two blades had pierced his heart—one from the front, the other from the back.
As Blackwood felt the final vestiges of his life slowly seeping away, he raised his gaze and looked at the stars.
His gaze was distant, and there were traces of regret in the depths of his dark eyes as he thought to himself:
I wonder what it would have been like… to break through the Mana Core Rank and step into the next realm.
I wonder what it would have been like… to experience the myriad wonders of this universe…
In the end, I, too, was such a comet…
