The third third-rank wizard of the Borderland would definitely belong to the Stargate Council. But even within the Stargate Council itself, there were different opinions.
However, what should have originally been the Glare Family head and Stargate Council Chairman each recomnding one backup candidate beca three backup wizards due to both Gorsa and Wind Sprite Pei'er simultaneously proposing Saul as the third third-rank.
For other second-rank wizards, without backing from powerful forces, they didn't even have a chance to know about this selection.
If others beca third-rank beforehand—not to ntion the probability—what awaited them was either expulsion from the Borderland or going to the Sighing Wall, that place where the most third-rank wizards gathered.
But although the selection was conducted secretly, so people who shouldn't have known had already anticipated the developnt of events.
For example, Kist.
After saying goodbye to Lucy, he went alone to Clark's forr residence.
The large tree that once hung with white wind chis, along with the tree house above, had turned into stone sculptures, gradually cracking under the erosion of the northwest wind.
Despite having dealt with Clark, Kist felt no sadness when arriving at the other party's forr residence.
Because of Clark's sudden death, the second-rank wizards and other low-rank wizards who had previously attached themselves to him were gathering together, thinking about future arrangents.
Those who fantasized about establishing their own strongholds or switching allegiances had also rushed to the wind chi tree house upon receiving the news, hoping to find so third-rank wizard inheritance here.
However, most people still underestimated the gap between third and second rank.
So when Kist arrived, he saw more than ten wizard sculptures under the tree house.
Like the wind chi tree house, they had been petrified by so unknown force, gradually drying and cracking.
Such a scene quickly scared away others, so when Kist ca several days later, there were no traces of other wizards around.
Ignoring the petrified wizards around him whose faces were frozen in expressions of terror, Kist walked step by step to the base of the tree.
He looked up, leaped into the air, his body soaring like a bird, then drilled into the tree house through the window.
"Bang!"
His feet hit the ground and imdiately broke through the floor. Kist had to jump up again and hover in mid-air.
Despite being choked by the dust stirred up in the room, Kist was still in a good mood as he greeted the empty reclining chair: "Pleasant death, Clark."
As soon as he finished speaking, a vague shadow suddenly appeared on the empty chair, but looking carefully, one could discern Clark's outline from the shadow.
"Gorsa... he trespassed into... the Borderland..."
Shadow Clark's voice was very blurred, as if coming from the distant mountains.
But Kist could still hear very clearly.
"I already know about this." He shrugged, saying indifferently, "I felt that Mummy Wizard was problematic from the start, so I followed him into the tower and watched him set up the fake Storm Eye to lure you in. Thinking about it, I'm probably an accomplice too?"
Clark, who had originally wanted Kist to report Gorsa's whereabouts to the Stargate Council, was suddenly stunned in place.
Kist acted as if he hadn't just said sothing shocking and stepped forward to touch Clark's shadow with interest.
His hand unsurprisingly passed through the shadow, as if there was nothing there at all.
"Did you leave part of your consciousness and soul in the dream about the tree house?"
"Kist!!!"
The shadow let out a hoarse howl.
Instantly, a strand of Kist's hair petrified, shattered, and silently fell to the ground.
But that was all.
"Although you absorbed the life force of the entire tree house and those wizards who coveted your inheritance, trying to deal with with such thods is still..."
He was halfway through speaking when he suddenly found his feet had lost sensation.
Looking down, he discovered his feet had sohow already petrified.
"Uh... well, I underestimated you. Indeed, third-rank is third-rank. Even after death, the remaining power is still amazing."
"I will... devour you too!"
As if absorbing part of Kist's life force, Clark's voice gradually beca clear.
anwhile, the petrification on Kist's feet was slowly spreading upward.
Though called slow, in reality, it would take less than a minute for Clark's remnant soul to turn Kist entirely into a stone statue.
Kist still had one choice: while his upper body could still move freely, imdiately fly away from the tree house to a place Clark couldn't influence.
However, despite just being proven wrong by Clark, Kist still had no intention of leaving.
He just watched with interest as the petrification spread from his feet to his legs and gradually affected his waist and abdon.
"Let see what the great Dreammaker, Lord Clark, can achieve?" Kist's eyes lit up, as if appreciating soone else's destruction.
But the terrible petrification suddenly stagnated just as it reached his chest.
The moisture in his skin and the fluids in his blood vessels and bones began to stir restlessly.
Kist imdiately showed a pained expression, but he forced himself not to scream out.
The petrification on his lower body seed to have seen a ghost, retreating from his body at an even faster speed.
"Are you testing ?"
Suddenly, several wounds burst open on Kist's body, and blood like mice that had been imprisoned for a long ti rushed out from his wounds, gathering in mid-air to form a blood sphere.
The blood sphere's surface rippled slightly, and soon a woman's face appeared.
Seeing that face, the originally vague Clark imdiately dispersed like smoke.
Kist's face imdiately turned pale as death.
But he still showed a twisted smile, "I can swear on my life that I absolutely wasn't testing you, lovely City Lord Ophelia."
As soon as the word "lovely" left his mouth, Kist lost his floating ability and imdiately fell toward the ground at extre speed, as if struck down by a huge stone.
"Don't forget your pursuit." Ophelia said coldly, letting Kist crash through the ground and into the tree trunk.
Then, the bloody face slowly turned toward the chair where Clark had disappeared, "The power of dreams is good, but the caster himself also easily becos imrsed in dreams. Perhaps that's the real reason for your ultimate failure. But since you're already dead, die cleanly and don't run out halfway to cause trouble."
The bloody sphere suddenly exploded like a bomb, blood droplets splattering throughout the entire room, then spreading on the walls and furniture.
Finally, the entire room turned blood red.
Clark's remnant soul, which had disappeared sowhere, appeared again.
"Ophelia, must you do this!!!"
The roaring voice carried faint despair.
Ophelia's voice ca from all directions in the room.
"Although my power cannot be transmitted here, dreams always depend on consciousness. As long as there are no consciousness carriers here, your dream will disappear forever."
With Ophelia's cold voice, red blood gradually covered the entire room.
Clark could no longer maintain the pride of a third-rank wizard and began cursing wildly.
However, when the red color dyed the tree house, the big tree outside, and the surrounding petrified people all red.
Clark's cursing voice abruptly stopped.
Ophelia's aura also dissipated imdiately.
There was no other life around, only Kist who had been smashed into the soil below the tree roots.
He had almost no moisture left on his body, all skin and bones, like a skeleton.
Kist struggled to get up, imdiately leaning against the tree root and dry-heaving once.
"Ugh... my head is so dizzy."
(End of Chapter)
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