The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gerlin was imprisoned by the magic circle cast by the female apprentice, and his face showed astonishment and unwillingness. He struggled hard, but found that his body was nailed to the ground, and even his fingertips could not move. At this time, he stared at the female apprentice intently, his heart full of doubts and anger.

"You...what did you do?" He gritted his teeth, his tone full of disbelief.

The female apprentice smiled slightly, her tone relaxed, and she didn't seem to be frightened by Gerlin's threats. She stepped forward, looked around, and after confirming that there were no other enemies, she slowly spoke: "I have used a magic circle to restrict your movements, so that you can't escape for the time being. Gerlin, it's time to talk to you today."

"Talk? What do I have to talk to you about?" Gerlin roared angrily, his voice low and powerful, as if he wanted to break the restraints in this way.

"We must talk," the female apprentice remained unmoved and continued, "Your plan has already involved too many innocent people. I can no longer sit idly by. Your rampant ambition will sooner or later lead to more tragedies."

"Innocent?" Gerling sneered, "In this cruel world, there are no innocent people. The strong survive, and the weak are sacrificed. You should also understand this."

"I understand, but that doesn't mean I will allow you to continue this behavior." She responded firmly, expressing her firm stance in her heart. "I will stand up to your madness and protect those who have no power."

"Protection? What can these weaklings give you? They will only hold you back!" Gerlin roared, burning with rage, his voice trembling with resentment.

"So you chose to sacrifice them?" The female apprentice's voice was calm and clear, "Using their lives to gain your power and interests? Do you really think it's worth it?"

Garlin closed his eyes, as if thinking. After a while, he opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a complex emotion: "You don't understand at all. In order to pursue greater power, I must make sacrifices. This is a cruel choice, but it is also a real choice. You can't escape this."

"I don't think you are really that determined." The female apprentice walked closer and looked at him firmly. "Behind this madness, you may be hiding your desire for power, but I believe that there are definitely other things you can pursue. You just chose the easiest way."

"Easy?" Gerlin asked coldly, "If you were me, what would you choose? Sit aside and watch your people being deprived of their rights, watching those greedy strongmen bully them, and being unable to do anything about it?"

"I will fight, but not at the expense of innocent people." The female apprentice's voice was like a firm sword, piercing Gerling's defenses. "I will unite like-minded people to fight against injustice and oppression, instead of using the wrong means to gain power."

He fell silent for the first time, his eyes began to become penetrating and hesitant, as if he was recalling something. That was his ideal when he was young, a dream he shared with his friends. However, the struggles and pains he experienced over the years led him to another path, and he gradually lost himself.

"The past is the past," Gerling's expression gradually darkened as he broke the silence. "Do you think I can go back? That simple and beautiful dream is gone."

"It can come back as long as you are willing to change." The female apprentice's attitude remained unwavering. She stood quietly outside the magic circle, like a firm guide who was always unwilling to give up hope.

"That's easy for you to say." His voice was filled with indifference and sarcasm. "Besides, you have no ability to influence me at all."

"I have the ability and determination." She seemed to hear his helplessness and despair, but her tone was more of a persuasion; "Even if you can't move now, my heart still beats for you. Everything you do will eventually be punished. But if you can stand on the side of justice, maybe you don't have to be alone."

Gerling was slightly startled, and something deep in his heart seemed to be touched. He had long forgotten such warm words in his long pursuit of power. His memory seemed to fall back to those carefree times. The happiness and pursuit of the past had now become as light as dust.

"Do you really believe that I will change?" His voice gradually became gentle, with a hint of imperceptible expectation.

"I believe that everyone has the potential to change." The female apprentice was calm, with hope in her eyes. "No matter how wrong your past decisions were, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will always have the opportunity to choose again. You deserve a brand new start."

However, Gerling's expression became complicated again, and he was unable to instantly dispel the anger and anxiety in his heart. His inner struggle was obvious, full of pain and unwillingness.

"But I've gone too far..." he whispered, his voice like a faint echo on the wind.

"Nothing is irreversible. A truly strong person has the courage to change his own destiny." The female apprentice spoke in a resounding voice, as if lighting a flame of hope for him and warming his gradually cooling heart.

Gerlin's heart was surging. Although he was trapped in the magic circle and unable to move, the emotions and thoughts that he had suppressed were now awakened again, forming a kind of inexplicable resonance.

"If I'm willing to change, will you help me?" he asked suddenly, with a hint of fragility in his voice.

In her clear eyes, Gerling seemed to see a new and different road, which was full of thorns but full of hope. His heart began to waver, and the courage that had been dormant for a long time was awakened again.

"I need time," he said finally, his tone hesitant but resolute. "At least give me a chance to think."

"I will give you time, just as I will give myself hope." The female apprentice smiled slightly and extended her hand to Gerlin, as if expecting some subtle resonance, using this moment to ignite the fire in his heart.

As Gerling looked at her, a spark of hope ignited in his heart. He finally realized that he was no longer fighting alone, and that although the road ahead was difficult, there was another choice. He began to look forward to the day in the future when he could truly shine with his own light.

As the female apprentice's spell gradually dissipated, Gerlin's body regained its freedom. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The vast blue seemed to carry the rebirth he was about to reap.