Prelude to Despair (10)

“We’re fucked, aren’t we?”

Even though it had been a long time since I’d lost my penis, those words came out on their own.

A mage with nine circles?

They had said that seven circles and above marked a mage’s second realm.

Nine circles meant they had surpassed that wall and gained two more circles besides.

If so, there was a major problem.

I couldn’t be sure whether the Sun God’s Wrath would work.

“…”

Anxiety swept over me, but I forcibly pushed that thought aside for now.

I scanned my surroundings more closely...