"That's enough," Feuerbach called out. "It's just a badge. Are you trying to melt it down?"
The commotion was immense, but the Secret Seal stubbornly remained violet-red. It was as if Rorschach were torturing it, yet the seal held fast, refusing to turn fully red.
Feuerbach had no choice but to call a halt. The violet-red light dissipated, revealing a glowing red—not the color of Magic Light, but the incandescence of superheated metal. Under the immense flux of Magic Power, all that had been produced was heat and a few tiny, colorful crystals.
The Master retrieved the badge with Mage's Hand. He spoke with a mix of confusion and regret, "You might be the strongest Middle Level Caster in the history of the continent, but this proves that Middle Level is still Middle Level."
Rorschach felt empty and defeated.
