While a fierce siege raged in the town of Kizan, where sorcerers battled against relentless magic beasts, the rest of the Brander Clan remained blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding just beyond their walls. At the outskirts of the Western Dragon City, two figures materialized: August and Vanne.
August couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the sheer power wielded by a Great Sorcerer like Vanne. The ability to teleport across vast distances at the cost of magic power was an impressive feat. Secretly, August yearned to reach such a level of power himself, dreaming of the day he might command such formidable abilities.
After revealing his clan medallion, the guards at the gate treated Vanne with utmost reverence, not daring to impose any restrictions on his passage. Without hesitation, Vanne enveloped August with his mana, and they soared above the Western Dragon City, their destination the towering spires of the Western High Tower that pierced the sky in the distance.
