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"Don't you understand yet? I, eternal and undying!"

The Master of Magic's elusive voice echoed around Otto as his body was pulverized by the thick Thunderflame pillar.

Now, it seemed like he appeared with the dust all around.

Slowly, under Otto's cold gaze, a glowing blue humanoid figure began to slowly form on Otto's arm.

Before long, an unscathed Master of Magic reappeared.

"Do you feel the despair now? I, the Deity, am a being you must look up to!"

The Master of Magic spread his arms, a holy blue light radiated from his body, spreading outwards.

He then stood on Otto's arm, rotating his body in place, seemingly trying to show off his grandness to Otto.

But suddenly, his movement stopped.

The usually calm Master of Magic frowned, putting his hands in front of his eyes.

At this moment, his crystallized palms, for some reason, seemed to have become somewhat foreign to him.

There was a faint feeling of weakness, though weak, it was still noticed by the Master of Magic.