"Sigh... You still don't believe me."
Malcolm sighed again, seeing the disbelief still written all over Lucien's face.
Since it was clear his grandson wouldn't believe him with words alone, he simply stopped trying to prove it and continued from where he left off.
"So, that was how our world, Soren, looked back then. At that time, magic was at its peak, and the world didn't look anything like it does now."
Malcolm paused, then looked at Lucien.
"You know about the Order of Ranks, right?"
"Yeah. As far as I know, there are eight ranks in this world: Initiate, Apprentice, Invoker, Arcanist, Weaver, Lord, Sage, and Realweaver."
Lucien nodded confidently. Malcolm nodded and simply continued.
"That's correct, but it's not the full picture."
He turned back toward the globe and spoke in a solemn tone,
"At its peak, Soren had four additional ranks above Realweaver: