Hearing the words of Madeline, Oliver, who was currently standing on a piece of rock that was rising through the air almost lost his footing and fell down.

By the time Oliver regained his footing, Catherine had turned her attention onto him, causing her to suddenly snap her fingers and lift him into the air.

...

As she stared at Oliver, who was slowly but surely making his way towards her, Madeline knew that she had really messed up this time, just from the look of disappointment clearly present in his eyes.

In just a few moments, Oliver arrived right next to Madeline and Catherine, and simply let out a faint sigh before touching his forehead.

"Madeline, couldn't you at least have warned us that you were about to practice powerful spells...?" asked Oliver as he looked at Madeline, causing the latter to lower her head.

"I could have, but I didn't think that I would cause this much damage..." said Madeline, causing a faint vein to appear on the foreheads of both Catherine and Oliver.

But before Oliver could say anything, Catherine suddenly chimed in.

"It's good that you realize that, hopefully you remember this in the future, to nod make this same mistake again," said Catherine as she patted the downtrodden Madeline on her shoulder, whilst her eyes stared straight at Oliver.

Feeling Catherine's warning gaze, Oliver, who was about to speak, became silent for a few moments.

"That's right, you can treat this as a learning opportunity," continued Oliver as he also patted Madeline on the shoulder.

Although Catherine's influence did play a part in the nature of Oliver's response, but in the end, no major damage had actually been caused, as such, Oliver was also much less harsh on his comrade than he would have been originally.

Even though Madeline was aware of the fact her comrades were just trying to make her feel better, as she heard their words, a faint smile couldn't help but appear on her face.

'That's right, I should learn from this and be more careful when practicing...' thought Madeline as she stared at her two comrades.

...

At the same time, in another location, very far away.

As he stared at the floating humanoid creature standing in front of him, who had six Pure White Wings emerging from its back, Lothar's eyes slightly narrowed.

But even though Lothar felt an instinctual feeling of disgust as he stared at the being, he still slightly bowed his head.

"Greetings your Holiness Gabriel, what did a mere human like me here do to require your presence?" asked Lothar, causing Gabriel's eyes to slightly narrow as he looked at the Wizard.

"Lothar, I from my knowledge, you are the most powerful Wizard of the continent, am I right?" asked the Seraphim, his voice ringing straight into Lothar's soul, causing large beads of sweat to fall down the forehead of the Wizard.

"Yes your Holiness," said Lothar.

"Since that's the case, I have a mission for you, gather the five most powerful mages of the continent, as well as the five young mages with the best potential, and I will come meet you again," said Gabriel as he continued staring right into Lothar's eyes, continuously sending shiver's through the mind of the mage.

"I understand your Holiness, your will is my mission," said Lothar, causing Gabriel to cast one final glance upon him before disappearing.

...

Upon finishing listening to Lothar's words, Elena couldn't help but touch her chin and fall into thought.

"Gather 10 powerful mages... with their cordial relationship, couldn't the God of Light ask the Goddess of Magic for help with this, I assume she would be much more efficient at this than us... unless it's something she doesn't want to get involved with..." mumbled Elena, causing Lothar to nod his head.

"It's probably related to mages, the fate of the first four Gods of Magic after they involved themselves with mages probably made her unwilling to cooperate with the God of Light," said Lothar as he touched his chin.

Although Lothar himself had never met a mage throughout his life, he had long since heard rumors of them, and researched them thoroughly.

From Lothar's research, involving yourself with mages almost always resulted in disaster, and when it didn't result in disaster?

That meant you had just gotten scammed.

At least from the records that Lothar had managed to get his hands onto.

"So what do you think?" asked Lothar as he stared at Elena, causing the latter to let out a faint sigh.

"Although I don't want to get myself involved in this mess, since a Seraphim actually descended it looks like we don't have much of a choice..." mumbled Elena with black lines all over her forehead.

Although both Lothar and Elena were both Level 20 Wizards, and at the very peak of the Wizarding world, both of them knew that they could definitely not struggle beneath the might of a True God.

As such, their relationship with the major faiths was even more troubled than that of the weak Wizards, who could hide from the Churches.

"We don't really have a choice, do we?" mumbled Lothar, causing Elena to shake her head.

"It seems that we don't..." said Elena, causing Lothar to shake his head, being completely helpless.

...

After talking with that Wizard, Gabriel instantly disappeared from the mortal dimension, reappearing beneath a huge, golden throne, where the three other Seraphims of Heaven stood.

"Father, I have completed my mission," said Gabriel as he raised his head and stared at his father, who was sitting on the golden throne.

"I am aware of that..." said Father, as his eyes landed on Gabriel, who was currently staring at the huge scar running right through his face and down the left side of his body.

"Do not worry my child, the time for retribution will soon come, and the universe will soon return to its normal order," said Father, causing Gabriel to finally lower his head.

"I understand... father."