Age of Adepts

The middle of the continent, the Association's stronghold.

Gloria's furious roar resounded throughout the bunker, rushing and thrashing continuously in the empty and deep underground tunnels, shaking the top of the walls with a strong fall of dust puffs.

"Domnall is a bastard... Mastan is even more of a bastard... the entire Association is a bunch of bastards, and they can even get the most basic information wrong.... Tell Domnall to get Rhys back from Starsea immediately...it's no good...or Thor..."

Standing in front of Gloria who looked like a mad tiger, the resident manager who was no more than an intermediate level 3 had a face of embarrassment and helplessness, and could not find any other words to stall except for a yes. And behind him, the two deputies are even more submissive, and a stance of doing as they are told.

The other Association sorcerers in the residence even more knowingly hid back to their own residence, no one dared to show their faces at this time to incur the wrath of Gloria Witch. Even the witch beasts who were responsible for patrolling the area also hid themselves in their lairs, not daring to show their faces again.

For a while, the stronghold of the association, hidden beneath the Annis Mountains, was silent, and only the roar of Gloria's anger reverberated within the stronghold.

Only after a long time, when Gloria's anger had subsided a bit, did the chief administrator, Cassadee Peyton, cautiously said, "My lord, it's not like nothing has been done over there. I've heard...I've heard..."

"Say what you have to say quickly, don't swallow in front of me..."

"I've heard that Lord Mastan has been seriously injured and is dying over this matter!"

"Oh?" Even Gloria was a bit startled when she heard this.

Although that bastard Mastan was usually a bit lustful, his attainments in prophecy were unparalleled. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to occupy the topmost floor of the Overlook Tower and stay there for 200-300 years.

These prophecy masters were always the treasures of the association, and they would never be attacked by the outside world. Therefore, as the chief prophet, the injuries Mastan suffered would only come from the reversal of fate, and not from the outside world.

The fact that Mastan, the Association's heavily protected Chief Seer, could be subjected to a Fate Reversal is a clear indication that the legendary Fire Witch Grim is protected by a powerful force of Fate behind him. This also seemed to be mentioned in the Association's intelligence, namely that Fate Witch Alice who had just been revived for only two hundred years....

These guys who controlled the power of fate, although their individual strength was far from a super strong person like Gloria, but Gloria wouldn't want to feud with them if she didn't have to.

For no other reason than not wanting to get herself into trouble!

These strange spell casters who crept before Fate were not very powerful, but they possessed an odd ability that was highly unscrupulous. As long as they were willing to pay a sufficient price, there was nothing they didn't understand within this dimension.

In the current situation, it was clear that that bastard Mastan hadn't been able to fight that little witch in the Northern Lands!

"Hmph, not even a granddaughter's tiny Destiny Witch can fight, he's better off dead. He's not the only one of the Association's trained prophecy masters, he might even be replaced with a better one..." said Gloria, still cursing angrily.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was also an Association Sorcerer, Gloria would have killed him a hundred times. Even so, every meeting with that Mastan was unpleasant, and the other party simply didn't know what convergence was without brutally beating him up.

Thus, every time Gloria would beat that Mastan so hard that his bones would burst and his flesh would turn to mush. Anyway, as long as he didn't damage that brain of his, the association could heal it no matter how serious the injury was.

The only damage that couldn't be repaired was the damage caused by the reversal of fate!

Faced with the Gloria Witch's hateful curse, Cassadee Peyton could only pretend not to hear it, not daring to casually pick up on it.

"You... immediately contact headquarters and have Domnall transfer Olivia, Neve, and those guys from Horner over. They just have to help me keep Krsuna in check, and I'll get that Grim back myself!" Seemingly resigned to the defeat of the previous day, Gloria was still ranting.

"Wouldn't that mean a war with the witches of the North?" Cassadee Peyton instantly had a cold sweat on her forehead and her face was somewhat pale.

It was true that over the past few thousand years, the witches of the Northland had seen some of their talent wither away, and several of the factions of witches that had once been famous had also fallen away. However, a skinny camel was bigger than a horse, they still belonged to one of the three major witch organizations after all. There are still two to three super-strong witches in the North.

With this profound heritage, it might not be enough to be aggressive, but it was more than enough to keep the success!

Therefore, when hearing Gloria's argument that she was willing to go to war over this, Cassady, who was the Central Head, no longer had anything else to say other than swallowing his saliva hard.

Super strong people... the number of super strong people that the entire Witch Association possessed was only five, which was already the combined number of strong people of the Silver Alliance and the Witch of the Northlands. The Gloria in front of her was ranked second out of the five super-strong, so the power and authority she possessed could be imagined.

It was just that the power operation of the Sorcerer's Association was slightly different from other Sorcerer's organizations, even a super strong person like Gloria had to follow the dispatch of Domnall whose strength was no more than 4th rank intermediate in many cases.

Although a super-powered person like Gloria was treated with great respect and privilege within the association, she was not as effective as Domnall in the major events that would determine the future of the association.

They were like a bunch of thugs, even if they enjoyed the best benefits and gave the highest status, they still had to follow the decisions of that association's vice president, Domnall, in major and minor matters.

For no other reason, the association was the association of all sorcerers, not just a handful of strong sorcerers!

So, on the matter of war with the Witch of the North, Gloria could only be quick to talk. It wasn't her turn to make a decision on such a big matter yet.

"I will try my best to send your request to the Association, but from what I understand..." said Cassady in a low voice after a pause, "The Association will not make such a big move in the near future. You may not be aware that just as the war between you and that Grim began, word came from headquarters that the magic tide is coming soon!"

"Magic Tide?" Gloria was slightly startled and said, "Isn't there still 1,500 years until the demonic tide? What's the rush now?"

Cassadee Peyton laughed bitterly.

"According to the last predictions of the prophets, the magic tide is still fifteen hundred years from now. However... there is a change of heart now. It's said that it was those remnants of the Arcane Empire who deliberately detonated the Mithere Energy Nucleus in the Abyssal Realm in order to avoid the pursuit of the powerful people of the Great Places, which triggered the demonic tide in advance. Therefore, in at most another ten years, the demonic tide will erupt!"

"Where is the location of the magic tide outbreak?"

"The Valley of Moab!"

Even this Gloria, who had the title of Super Powerful, looked a little heavy when she mentioned the Demonic Tide.

...........

"Magic Tide?"

Within the Nightmare Castle, Grim frowned and muttered the name repeatedly to himself.

"Yes, just two days ago, the Destiny Gauntlet suddenly received a special change in the magic tide. According to my divination, a huge magical tide that will affect the entire multiverse is about to erupt. The time may be within ten years, so you must be prepared in advance..." on the other side of the magic water mirror, Alice looked solemn and softly admonished.

Since the last time she had peeked into Grim's 'little mind', Alice hadn't communicated with him for over a month. At this moment she had suddenly come to contact Grim, and the message she was sending was also very bad news.

If Grim was just an ordinary sorcerer, he might not have even heard of the name Magic Tide. But now as he had grown step by step into the top powerhouse of the wizard world, many of the deepest secrets of the world that were previously inaccessible had been slowly opened up to him.

The Magic Tide, also known as the Magic Tide, was a terrifying phenomenon that almost all Bit Worlds were unwilling to face!

Usually, it was already a tumultuous and magnificent ocean of magic power, and when the tides of magic power erupted, the layers of berserk magic energy would be more than ten or a hundred times the current level.

And this, the impact on the Bit World would be tremendous!

The bit world was like a small house, and what you usually relied on to get in and out were the narrow wooden doors and windows. As long as these places were guarded, the majority of strangers could be eliminated from breaking in.

And when the magic tide erupted, because of the energy exchange, all the weak points on the spatial barriers of the bit world would automatically open as the magic tide increased.

At that time, there would be more than just wooden doors and windows that could break into the interior of the bitworld. Any otherworldly creature could run into the interior of the Sorcerer World through those unknown gaps and wormholes in the bit-wall barriers.

And their arrival was nothing short of a catastrophe for the ordinary creatures inside the Sorcerer's World!

Except for a handful of space travelers and the unfortunate few who had strayed into the space-time turbulence, none of the guys who could break into other worlds with their individual strength were benign. Their purpose was nothing more than looting resources and harvesting souls, or they simply wanted to enjoy a killing feast.

Wizards could rely on the Witch Tower to protect themselves from the attacks of powerful demons of the Otherworldly Plane. But those ordinary people who did not have any supernatural strength had no power to contend with the desperate beasts that came from across the dimension other than closing their eyes and waiting to die.

And when the magic tide erupts, apart from the interdimensional creatures from the outside world, the demons within one's own plane can become extremely violent and murderous. They might gather into a raging tide of beasts, breaking out of the Black Forest and running to invade human territory.

Therefore, every time at this time, the major sorcerer organizations would carefully guard the borders of their own territories and monitor all the weak points within their territories. They would guard against the impact of the beast tide in the Black Forest, as well as beware of the invasion of powerful star beasts, and try their best to keep their own people from suffering mass casualties.

After all, the functioning and maintenance of the Sorcerer's World still needed a huge number of mortals to support it!