Magnus narrowed his eyes. He was acutely aware of this person, Damon Grey. How could anyone not know this name?
Though he didn't know how he looked beneath the hood, he was certain of something… this person was crazy.
He had never seen anyone more deranged and bold in all his life. Damon was irreverent toward powers greater than himself, reckless in a way that bordered on madness.
However, Magnus was sure of one thing no one had more mana than him. This person should be no different.
Yet there was something about Damon's presence. Magnus was a sensitive person; he had to be in order to control so much mana. But what he sensed now wasn't ordinary control. It wasn't refinement. It was something heavier. It was better described as subjugation… no, domination.
It was as if Damon walked forward as the singular ruler of all. He dismissed everything around him because he was transcendent.
"What arrogance."
Damon didn't even spare the young man in robes a glance.
