The Greatest Archmage To Have Ever Lived [OP MC, LitRPG]

The world, as Sael now understood it, contained ten people who functioned less like individuals and more like natural disasters with opinions. They were scattered across the twelve continents, each one a dominating power in their own right; the kind of figure who could reshape borders, end wars with a gesture, or simply exist in a place and make that place untouchable by virtue of being there.

Some called them the Ten Pillars, though Sael had found the name a bit grandiose. Then again, he'd not said anything about it since he himself was known as Sael the Great, an epithet that was all but humble. Still, they were just people. Extremely powerful people, certainly, but people nonetheless.

The Jade Emperor ruled the eastern continent with what was reportedly an iron fist wrapped in silk diplomacy. The Witch-Queens—three sisters, if the stories were accurate—held dominion over the Southern Reach and were said to share power in a way that made their territory functionally unassailable. There was the Buried King, the Stormcaller, the Ashen Sultan, the Pale Matron...

Sael tried to remember the rest. The Leviathan and the last one... he couldn't recall. Someone in the far south, perhaps? Or had they died already and no one had replaced them yet?

According to Koleen, two of these ten had been killed recently.

The headmaster had named them: the Ashen Sultan and the Buried King. Both devoured by a new emerging power who called himself the Orc Lord.

He looked up at Koleen. "Is the whole army Corrupted?"