The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Moonlight poured into Gelling's tower through the ancient windows. Gelling curled up in his high-backed chair, his hands crossed on his chest, his eyes focused on the flames dancing in the fireplace. At this time, the candlelight flickered, as if to see through his heart.

"Teacher, what are you thinking about?" A crisp and slightly nervous voice interrupted Gerling's thoughts. He turned around and saw the third-class apprentice Alvin pacing towards him, his face full of confusion and expectation.

"Alvin." Garlin smiled and beckoned him to sit down. "I was thinking about the challenges you will face. It is not easy to be promoted to a formal wizard."

"I know, mentor..." Alvin's voice was low, and he was obviously under great pressure. "I heard that the trial for the third-class promotion is much more difficult than the second-class. How should I face it?"

"The attitude towards challenges is the key." Gerling's eyes sparkled with wisdom. "Practice is like controlling a storm. Only by standing firm in the wind can you control it."

Alvin nodded, and the tension in his heart eased a little. "But I really don't understand, what exactly is the content of the trial?"

"The trial will test your control over magic, your creativity, and your adaptability." Gerlin stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out an ancient book. "Here is a record of the trial. You can take a look."

Alvin took the ancient book and flipped through it. The words in front of him were like a sharp knife cutting through his heart. "'The selected trial-taker must gather the magical energy in the Holy Lake on the night of the full moon to create an unprecedented spiritual object'...Does this mean that I have to create a brand new magical item?" He looked up in shock, unable to believe his ears.

"That's right." Gerlin's voice was like a low thunder, but his face was calm, revealing an unshakable determination. "This will not only test your wisdom and skills, but also require you to reach a new level of understanding of magic."

"My school's magic theory is still weak, how can I create a new spiritual object?" Alvin clenched his hands, and his forehead was slightly sweaty. He looked at the flames, feeling uneasy.

"There is no great wizard who has never experienced setbacks." Garlin leaned slightly sideways. "In this process, you must learn to trust your intuition and combine what you have learned to stimulate your infinite potential."

Alvin was silent for a moment, his inner struggle was like a raging sea. He knew that he only had one chance to be promoted, and he had to find his own answer under extreme pressure. Finally, he said: "Teacher, if I fail...what will be the consequences?"

"Failure means you are no longer a third-class apprentice, but it also gives you another chance to learn and grow." Gerling's eyes were firm and deep. "Failure itself is not terrible. What is terrible is losing the courage to move forward."

Alvin's heart was touched, and he seemed to feel a trace of warmth. "Thank you, mentor. I will try my best, even if I fail." He put down the ancient book, and his heart became more determined.

"Remember, Alvin." Gerling lowered his head slightly, as if thinking, "Magic is not just a simple accumulation of knowledge, but also an expression of the soul. Magic without soul cannot touch the truth."

Then he turned and looked out the window. The stars in the night sky twinkled like a dream. "Tonight, I will take you to the Holy Lake and personally guide you to find inspiration."

"Really?!" Alvin's eyes were full of surprise, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

"Of course." Gerling turned around and smiled. "Success or failure is not important. What's important is to devote yourself to the process."

By the lake, Gerlin and Alvin sat quietly, surrounded by a strong magical atmosphere. The breeze blew gently, bringing a refreshing coolness.

"This is where I had my first trial," Gerlin said slowly. "I remember that I was also nervous back then, with anticipation and fear mixed together."

He closed his eyes naturally, trying to feel the magical atmosphere flowing on the lake. The moonlight was like water, soaking every cell, as if whispering, evoking the expectation in his heart.

"Now, try to visualize what you have in mind," Gerling said, breaking the silence. "Imagine the creature you wish to create and feel its power."

Alvin's heartbeat quickened, and all sorts of strange images emerged in his mind. He tried to make his thoughts clear, but found that every time he imagined a shape, it blurred like smoke.

Garlin noticed his struggle and said slowly, "Anxiety will only stifle your creativity. Relax and let the magic lead you to explore areas you have not yet touched."

Alvin took a deep breath and tried to calm his thoughts. At this moment, he no longer pursued perfection, but chose to listen to the voice of his heart. When he let go of the pressure, a hazy image began to appear in his mind: it was a round jade-like stone, with a hot and mysterious light inside.

"That's it!" Alvin was full of enthusiasm, but then he was also entangled with a trace of confusion. "But...what exactly is this?"

"That's your inspiration." Gerlin smiled slightly, with encouragement in his eyes. "Use it as your guide and integrate it into your magic."

Alvin closed his eyes and tried to focus the phantom in his mind. His hand stretched out involuntarily, as if to grasp the inspiration. The moonlight rose quietly and sprinkled on his body, as if blessing him with a layer of mysterious power.

As thoughts surged in his mind, Alvin felt that the time around him became slow and long. His consciousness became clearer and he began to understand how to integrate that inspiration with magic.

"Wake it up, Alvin." Garlin's voice guided him like an ancient echo. "Make your own mark, let the world remember your creation."