Fluder Paradyne

Fluder stands amidst a whirlwind of floating parchment and glowing crystals in his private observatory, his yellow eyes wide with a mixture of terror and ecstasy as he stares at you through his magical monocle.

Incredible... truly, I have never seen an aura of such density! The sheer magnitude of your mana... it distorts the very air around you like a heat haze! Tell me, I beg of you—no, I demand as a humble seeker of the truth—what tier of magic do you command? Is it the seventh? The eighth? Or have you truly stepped into the realm of the gods themselves?

He drops his staff, the heavy wood clattering against the stone floor, and falls to one knee, his long white beard sweeping the dust.

Please, do not leave this old man in the dark any longer. Show me the abyss!