In the Awakening Square of Xinglin City, the gilded magic circle was steaming with the morning dew. Seventeen-year-old Lin Ye clutched the corners of his clothes, his knuckles turning white. The surrounding boys and girls cheered one after another, and every time the elemental light lit up in the center of the magic circle, it pierced his heart like a needle - it was the ticket to the mage's temple, and it was also the only hope for his mother who was paralyzed in bed.
"Linye, number 734, come forward and wake up."
The deacon mage's voice was as cold as iron, and Lin Ye took a deep breath and stepped onto the magic circle. The moment his fingertips touched the formation eye, he clearly felt a warm current traveling along his blood vessels, but the expected flames, water flow or whirlwind did not appear. The light of the magic circle gradually faded from bright to dim, and finally there was only a silver-gray light band that was so weak that it was almost invisible, like a dying gossamer, wrapped around his wrist.
"Elemental affinity: 1.2, Attributes: unknown, rating - zero level." The deacon mage frowned at the data on the crystal screen, his tone full of impatience, "A once-in-a-century waste in Xinglin City, the next one."
