Chapter 27: Bloom
'...The power to destroy the realm.'
The words echoed in Steve's mind like a whisper carried on cold wind.
A shiver crawled down his spine, uninvited and unshakable. He blinked, and his vision trembled slightly.
His fingers twitched. Then his gaze dropped to his hand, slowly raising it to eye level.
There was nothing there.
No radiant glow. No arcane symbol pulsing under his skin. Not even a flicker of energy. Just a palm, pale and trembling slightly.
'What the hell is this?' he thought, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips.
'I don't feel anything at all...'
The words she'd spoken earlier hung in the air, heavy with implication.
"I'm as strong as an Eternal Class Sorcerer..." he whispered to himself, then clenched his jaw.
You see, in this world, sorcerers were divided by power and reputation—ranked into four distinct classes.