It meant that at his peak, he could even summon eight or more Planeswalker creatures to fight for him. Each of these Planeswalker creatures could, like him, level up and be equipped with strong magical items. They could even use Cards of Fates; so you could imagine that the two elemental pools would support drawing multiple cards each round. What an astounding scene it would be to watch nine maxed-out Planeswalker mages attack simultaneously!
In the light of such a huge advantage, what most Planeswalker mages considered as weaknesses, along with Tuman’s concerns, vanished without a trace.
When he thought of this, Brendel had to close his eyes as he shook slightly. If he had any doubts before formally choosing this path, in this moment, as he truly confirmed his thoughts —
He finally understood that a Planeswalker path that only belonged to him had already been carved into this world’s history.
This was the true path to perfection and to the limits. It was unique and unreproducible. For others, it would be as hard as reaching the skies. But for Brendel, this seemed as if it was made for him. He had double elemental pools and double privileges. The only things he needed to worry about for this pool of cards – the massive amount of equipment, the experience, and the size of the elemental pool – as a reborn and highly experienced warrior, these were coincidentally the things Brendel excelled at.
Because Brendel could believe that in this world, aside from the gods and the Pale Poem that recorded everything, it would probably be challenging to find anyone who knew more about the world’s secrets than he did, whether they were in the past, future, or present.
But for Brendel, all of this was not a coincidence or luck, because nobody knew him better than he knew himself. Before he stepped onto this path, or rather at the moment Brendel received Kelsie’s handwritten notes, he had understood that this was the path best suited for him.
And now, every detail supported his hypothesis.
He closed his eyes momentarily and opened them again. He took in the mountain ranges and the rise and fall of the peaks and valleys made him think, for just a moment, that the entire world lay beneath his feet.
This was the power unique to Planeswalkers. Everything became a weapon and the world was their battlefield.
Brendel let out a long sigh, as if releasing this emotion from his heart. He slowly let go of his hands and the elemental powers dispersed from the center of his palm. In that instant, Tuman and Sanorso watched the scene with some regret. The Elemental Emperor and King of Mages, two individuals from the War the Holy Saints, had the mistaken sensation that a miracle was vanishing in front of their eyes, never to be seen again.
It was truly a miracle.
Differently from what Tuman and Sanorso detected, Brendel had a more direct view of this miracle. The two elemental pools, one on
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