012: apprentice

Lynch walked toward the cage.

Inside the cage was a crowd of people, both men and women, united by the commonality of youth—the oldest seemed no more than forty years old. Their clothes were tattered, their bodies covered in grime.

As Lynch approached, the group recoiled collectively toward the back of the cage, their fear visible in their eyes.

Lynch scanned the crowd; his gaze finally settled on a young girl among them.

"This feeling… truly…"

He sensed a trace of Spiritual Field from the girl that exceeded that of ordinary people, and with the Eye of Death God, her soul stood out—distinct from the norm. Her heightened spiritual power and soul aberration were qualities that made her an ideal candidate for becoming a Wizard.

Clearly, the girl before him was a Talent.

"What a coincidence…"