"Let's have a chat, Riven." Elder Thorne flicked his wrist, summoning a swirling portal of violet and blue mana. The air crackled around it, the arcane energy humming softly. Without turning, he called over his shoulder, "The rest of you, continue training."
Riven cast a quick glance at Jerrik, Lucenya, and even Valis before stepping forward. With a lazy wave of his fingers, he disappeared into the gate.
The moment they emerged, Riven immediately recognized the room.
Elder Thorne's office.
The same place he had been brought to after his fight with Cole. The scent of aged parchment and mana-infused incense lingered in the air, a familiar weight settling over the space. The bookshelves stood tall, each filled with tomes on magic, history, and war. The grand wooden desk was polished as ever, a testament to Thorne's meticulous nature.
