Lunaris's brow furrowed sharply.
She had guessed what it meant to feed mana into the staff, but she had never imagined it would devour this much mana.
That wasn't the end of it.
The jet-black thorned vines sprouting from the surface of the gaunt, withered old tree instantly wrapped around Lunaris's wrist.
As if saying it wouldn't let its prey get away, it constricted her relentlessly.
...This is bad!
Gerard, the commander of the Imperial Mage Corps who had been watching the situation, went grimly pale.
The seal on Arke had weakened to this extent!
Before Lunaris, it had already been well over ten years since the last archmage investiture ceremony had been held.
The staff, starved for all those long years, was thoroughly enraged...
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