'Magnus.'
Lindarion's sharp gaze swept over the man. Ten months had passed, yet Magnus looked exactly the same—annoyingly composed, infuriatingly unreadable.
"One, Erebus. So, you're finally back?"
Magnus's face remained blank as his eyes flickered between the two men.
"The academy starts soon. Training had to end," Erebus cut in, his voice as cold and emotionless as ever.
"Indeed, just one week left until it begins."
Magnus shook his head as space cracked open beside him. Another familiar presence stepped out.
'Thalorin is here too? That's just great..'
The old elf strode forward, calm as ever. Erebus and Magnus immediately bowed. Magnus's voice wavered as he asked.
"L-Lord Thalorin?"
"I'm here for the kid. I'm his Master after all."
Thalorin said with a wink as Lindarion shook his head.
'Master my ass..'
Both Magnus and Erebus looked at Lindarion…like the pieces were finally getting put together in their heads.
"P-Prince Lindarion Sunblade?"
