“As you wish!” someone shouted.

At that moment, all the other magicians cast binding magic on Hawelmon. The dwarf was frozen in midair without being able to move an inch, still holding his hammer.

Professor Railsen sighed and said, “Please forgive us for using such lowly magic in the presence of you, an Archmage. However, what did you mean precisely by what you said just now?”

“There are 217 of my soul fragments scattered around the continent. The soul fragments’ personalities and magic power are all identical to myself, Oblion,” Kang Yoon-Soo briefly explained.

All of the magicians gathered could not hide the astonishment on their faces.

“Do you mean we have to destroy all 217 soul fragments within a month?”

“Kill 217 Archmages? Is that even going to be possible in the first place?”

Magicians were innately arrogant, but they valued logic more than anything else in the world. There were quite a few of them who seemed to be ready to run away and seek refuge instead of putting their lives on the line to protect the continent.

“This is a serious problem,” Equinn said. The sweet, charming smile on her face had already disappeared.

When Equinn, who had the brightest smile among all of the magicians gathered, suddenly made such a serious face, it turned the atmosphere even more grim.

Professor Railsen asked, “Are you aware of the locations of the soul fragments scattered across the continent?”

Kang Yoon-Soo nodded and replied, “More than half of the soul fragments are scattered across the dangerous areas of the continent.”

“By dangerous areas, you mean…?”

“Thunder Paradise, Igyris Storm Triangle, Aquile Ice Mountain, and the Vault...