The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gerlin lowered his head and carefully examined the book in his hand. His dark nails gently stroked the paper, as if he was guessing the secrets in the book. Beside him, Romans's breath gradually became tense. His status as a third-class apprentice made him feel uneasy about the upcoming ceremony.

"Are you sure you want to use my spirit as the material for awakening the spirit?" Romans' voice trembled slightly, and his face looked pale under the candlelight, as if he was thinking about some difficult choice.

"Rommath, don't worry," Gerlin raised his head with a smile on his face, though there was a hint of darkness in his eyes. "Your spirit is pure, and this is exactly the flawless aura I need." He closed the book and stared at Rommath. "Moreover, only you can complete the ritual of the Fallen Star."

"I... I know, but can my spirit really withstand this test?" Rommath bit his lower lip slightly, with infinite doubts in his heart. His companions once told him the legend of the Fallen Star, which sounded mysterious and terrifying.

Gerlin noticed his hesitation, walked forward, and gently patted his shoulder: "Rommath, becoming a great wizard is not always smooth sailing. You must overcome all fears before you can touch the true power."

"But, what if... what if we fail?" Romans' voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. A trace of uneasiness flashed through his mind, as if he was foreseeing the unknown future.

"Failure is not terrible. At least we will know where to go next." Gerling's tone was firm and encouraging. "Also, I will accompany you throughout the ceremony to ensure your safety. If anything happens, I will protect you immediately."

Romans looked at Gerling, and those deep and bright eyes gave him a sense of courage. He took a deep breath and decided not to back down: "Okay, I believe you."

"Very good, Romance." Gerling nodded with satisfaction. "Belief is the first step to power."

With Romans's consent, Gerling began to prepare for the ceremony. In the intervals between the flickering candlelight, a black circle gradually appeared, and runes on the ground flickered with some imperceptible power. Romans stood quietly in the center of the circle, but his heart was like a raging storm, surging.

"Close your eyes and take a deep breath." Gerling whispered, his voice like the morning wind, gentle but firm. Romans slowly closed his eyes, feeling the atmosphere around him slightly changing, as if the world was beginning to tilt in an incredible direction.

"Now, empty your mind and feel the vibrations of your spirit," Gerlin continued to guide, "It is a new beginning and the source of strength." Romans tried hard to imagine the state of his spirit, trying to dispel all distracting thoughts.

Suddenly, the air around him seemed to become blazingly hot, and Romans felt a huge pressure gathering around him, surging like a tide, suffocating him. His heart beat faster and faster, as if it would burst out of his chest at any time.

"I... I can feel it!" Romans closed his eyes and tried to stay calm. There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as if he really felt something in this invisible pressure.

"Very good, keep feeling it, don't stop." A relieved smile appeared on Gerlin's face. "This is what I want. You are unlocking your potential!" His words were like a mysterious spell, causing Romans' spirit to vibrate and secret energy to flow in his body.

At this moment, the shadows surrounding the basement gradually intensified. As the candlelight flickered, the entire basement seemed to be shrouded in a dark atmosphere. Romans' body began to tremble slightly, and a sense of alertness rose in his heart.

"Gerlin... this power..." He tried to resist, but felt an increasingly strong attraction. His brain seemed to be invaded by something. A chaotic state began to take shape, impacting his consciousness.

"Don't be afraid!" Gerlin's voice echoed in his ears, "This is the true power of your spirit, just embrace it!" He stretched out his hand, trying to grab Romanth tightly to ensure that he would not be swallowed by the invisible force.

"I... I feel it eroding me!" Romance struggled desperately, but the air around him was like an iron clamp pressing down on his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. His spirit collided with the dark power, and it seemed that something strange was quietly taking root in his body.

"Believe in yourself, Romance!" Gerlin's voice was like a war drum, gradually pulling his consciousness back. "You are the master of the spirit, not its victim!" He added strength to his palms, trying to dispel the darkness.

"I... I'll try!" The fear in Romans' heart was gradually replaced by a belief. He took a deep breath, as if gathering all his strength into one place. At this moment, his spirit body emitted a dazzling light, like the dawn breaking out of the darkness.

To his surprise, the dark power seemed so small in the light that it seemed to resonate faintly in his heart. Romans mustered up his courage and pushed the light around, striking directly at the invisible shadow.

"This is your power, Romance!" Gerlin felt the change and was very excited, "Go on! Release all your energy!" He held the other's hand tightly to give him strength support.

"I... I understand!" Romans concentrated his attention. The light of the spirit became more and more blazing. The dark power struggled in the light, as if wailing. He knew that he had gained the dawn of victory in this struggle.

"That's it, Romans!" Gerling looked at the spectacular change, his heart filled with awe. He had never seen such a determined apprentice before, and the road ahead gradually became clear in his mind. "This power is an extension of your spirit. When it is perfectly combined, you will master the true meaning of the Fallen Star."

As the power was released, the entire basement seemed to shake, and the runes on the wall flashed with a strange light, as if responding to the changes in Romans' body. The darkness gradually dissipated, leaving behind an unexpected tranquility.