A Magister was a position one was born into, a position predetermined for every existence in the Underworld the moment they appear.
This was a natural position granted by the Underworld, and not by some god or whatnot.
Having a different Magister name meant a different nature of power.
Like a Declaimer, he was naturally gifted at various spellwords and hexes.
While a Netherblade would have a high probability of being a natural fighter.
"Netherblade and Courtier, we can commence any time now." Lin Sheng took out the imprinted crystal orb and infused it with a little soul power to transmit his meaning over.
"That fast? Alright, I'm looking forward to this..." The Courtier was the first to respond, sounding a little surprised.
"I can't wait to sink my blade into Faldt! Bwahahaha!!" The Netherblade guffawed.
Lin Sheng said nothing as he motioned for all of the warlocks to evacuate.