"Father, do you know how powerful is Mr. Jinn?" Waul asked out of curiosity as they exited Clacton's gate and continued to walk towards their destination. The cold wind was howling and biting the skin of everyone while the fog had been obscuring the sight of these people.
"No idea," Roclus replied. "However, I'm sure that he is a fabled Spell Caster — people like us could not afford to offend existence like him. We are just puny ants in his eyes."
"Spell Caster," Waul repeated and gulped his saliva, hearing his father's words. In the entire Clacton there wasn't even a single 9-star elementary mage. Roclus, who was the strongest person, was just at the 8-star elementary mage. So the concept of being a Spell Caster was too legendary and farfetched and like a fairytale to these people.