Before Ron became the gatekeeper, he was a guide under the congress, responsible for bringing wizard seedlings into the Wizard World—a low-level civil servant.
He had interacted with too many people, and some with exceptional talent quickly surpassed him in wizard cultivation.
They shifted from his juniors to his seniors.
He had already come to terms with this kind of thing.
With a flash of light.
Levi opened his eyes and looked around.
In the sky, as if nine suns were shining over all eternity.
All he saw was crimson—mountains, earth, all the same.
"Nine suns hanging in the sky, the Realm of Crimson!"
Levi muttered, slightly shocked in his heart.
This so-called nine suns were not actually nine suns.
But nine super-giant Nether Capitals floating high above, so high that every wizard across the realm could see them.
Each Nether Capital represented a top-level wizard faction, on par with the Six Pagodas of the Endless Sea.
