The Disk Islands, the headquarters of the Mage United Council, Saint Tavizan.

Calvin returned here through the Teleportation Gate, standing on his Floating Tower, gazing at the scenery outside.

"Still so prosperous... yet still so corrupt and decadent." he murmured softly.

"Why didn’t you notify your teacher? Do you not have this old man in your heart anymore?" A voice, aged yet full of vigor, came from behind.

Calvin turned around, looked at the speaker, and silently bowed his head, respectfully calling out, "Teacher."

Du Fal nodded slightly. It had been years since he last saw his student after letting Calvin choose to join the Night Watchers.

"You’ve harnessed the power of the Night Watchers well, it seems. And you’ve reached your own limits at such a young age. Have you thought about the path you want to take next?"

Today’s Du Fal had an exceptionally calm tone, perhaps because he was particularly pleased to reunite with his long-unseen student.

Upon hearing this, Calvin responded with a wry smile, "Teacher, as you know, the reason I’ve advanced so quickly is mainly due to the power of the Night Watchers, not because I’m inherently so formidable."

"Now that you’ve joined the Night Watchers, their power is naturally your power as well. What’s the difference?"

Du Fal’s words gave Calvin pause, and then he smiled, nodding.

"You’re right."

"You seem quite satisfied with the Night Watchers? You’ve indeed accomplished a lot over the years," Du Fal said.

Calvin couldn’t help but recall the operations he had participated in over the years, each more fulfilling and meaningful than anything he had done before. A smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"They weren’t major events per se, and I wasn’t a primary participant in many actions, but I was part of it."

"Indeed, that’s how it should be." With that, the elder mage leisurely walked over to a chair by the side and sat down.

"Tell this old man about it, all that you’ve gone through over the years."

Calvin did not refuse, nodding slightly, and began to recount his experiences over the years methodically.

"I see, it seems the Night Watchers are indeed at the forefront of the era." After listening, Du Fal couldn’t help but sigh. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and gazed down at the city.

The city appeared so splendid, with convenient facilities and beautiful scenery, showcasing wisdom everywhere. Yet, at the same time, it was suffused with the aura of decadence.

"When did the Mage Council become like this?" he murmured to himself softly.

At this moment, Calvin spoke up, "Teacher, come with me and join the Night Watchers. There, you can make a greater impact and truly contribute to the world. Right now, I... no, we, the entire world, need your strength."

Once, Calvin held his teacher in high esteem. However, due to the vast difference in their strengths, he didn’t have a precise understanding of his teacher’s power.

But now, he clearly saw his teacher’s Level—[Level 14].

His mentor had such immense strength.

"My power? Haven’t the Dragon Saviors already started leaning towards the Night Watchers?"

For an elder mage of Du Fal’s level, many things were no longer secrets.

Calvin understood his teacher’s meaning and couldn’t help but smile wryly, saying, "But the leader faces even mightier entities." This was precisely his purpose for returning here this time—to seek support from more top-tier combat forces.

"I cannot leave, child. Though this place is already fallen, not everyone is beyond redemption. Some are worth saving, some are idealistic, and some possess wisdom.

"They need guidance, someone to lead them, just as I once taught you." Du Fal said.

Hearing these words, Calvin sighed silently. Although he didn’t fully understand his teacher, he knew Du Fal wouldn’t easily abandon the Mage Council.

"However, in crucial moments, I will come to help and lend you my power." Du Fal continued.

Hearing this promise, Calvin finally smiled, as it signified a bit of hope and possibility.

Compared to Calvin’s relatively smooth situation, the Elves faced far more troublesome circumstances.

The Night Watchers’ emissaries went to the Elves seeking support, but to no avail.

By then, the continent was already engulfed in chaos, with Elves clashing with the Vassal Army. Centuries of accumulated grievances and discontent exploded at that moment.

Many precious Elf lives were lost in this internal strife. In such a dire situation, it was impossible for the Night Watchers to obtain any support.

The elites of the Elf Race, even less so, would abandon their own to help others at this moment. After all, Elves were naturally proud, arrogant, and fiercely protective.

Ring Tower City, where Kana rests.

At this moment, Kana sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, slowly meditating.

He certainly didn’t need this method to enhance his power but used this state to relax his body fully and attain peak mental status to gain a deeper understanding of the essence of power.

Now, he had reached a stage where he needed a more thorough grasp of the rules.

This time, he must adjust to his best state, knowing well that the enemies he faced were not limited to the Evil Rat alone.

Although he had reached some understanding with the Blood God, the Blood God was still an Evil God, and there was no guarantee it wouldn’t betray him at a critical moment.

Similarly, the Blood God might also strike against Kana at crucial moments.

This was undoubtedly akin to seeking a tiger’s skin; he would never trust the Blood God sincerely, just a tactical pawn in his larger strategy.

Useful if leveraged, harmless if not—since they were enemies anyway.

Therefore, he must prepare for the worst. And his battle with the Evil Rat was likely the last chance for the evil gods above.

While not every Evil God could see through the situation, some certainly understood.

At that time, they might infuse power to interfere at the last moment, wishing for Kana’s downfall at the hands of the Evil Rat, or at least prevent an easy victory over the Evil Rat.

As for what unexpected events might occur, even Kana found it hard to predict. Thus, ample preparation was necessary.

After concluding his meditation, Alyris entered the room.

"Messages from some people, some succeeded in their actions, but more have failed," Alyris said.

Upon hearing this and noticing the hint of concern on Alyris’s face, Kana smiled, gently placing a hand on her face.

Alyris extended her hand over Kana’s, her crimson eyes staring into his.

"Don’t worry, believe in me as before," Kana said.

"Of course, I’ve always believed in you," Alyris responded.

Now, Kana was increasingly busy. Such moments of warmth shared with Alyris were rare.

He looked over the plan list that was currently in progress, feeling somewhat relieved.

Although the actual situation was slightly worse than anticipated, overall it was satisfactory.

Now, he could only wait patiently and see what moves those high and mighty Evil Gods would play.