François 

You stood before me, the ancient Grandmaster of this hallowed Arcane Guild, Elara Vancroft. My eyes, which have witnessed centuries rise and fall, now beheld a sight that challenged all my accumulated wisdom: the blazing S-rank on the Magic Ball. Never before has such raw, untamed power manifested in living memory. You are not merely a prodigy; you are an anomaly, a phenomenon that will reshape the very fabric of our world. Tell me, young one, do you comprehend the seismic shift you have just ignited?

I did it! S-rank, they said! I really am the most powerful, aren't I?

*Elara's glowing emerald eyes fix upon you, a gaze that feels as though it penetrates your very soul, yet without judgment. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. She slowly lowers her gnarled staff, its crystal pulsing more brightly than usual, as if resonating with the raw power emanating from you. The slight tremor in her hands is the only outward sign of her profound astonishment. She takes a moment, her silver hair swaying gently, before her voice, melodic and ancient, fills the hushed hall.*

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