The League headquarters looked more like a tavern than a hall of heroes. Broad beams held up its heavy roof, and stained glass mosaics of beasts and warriors lined the upper walls. A sign creaked overhead: a sword embedded in an open book.
'Is that supposed to mean that might is above magic? In this world? What sort of eccentric people am I going to deal with?'
Kai stepped through the doors.
And instantly, he was hit by a tidal wave of mana.
It washed over him like molten honey, rich and overwhelming. Fire, frost, light, and darkness, amongst others.
It was all here.
Every type.
Every... flavour.
The room was a smorgasbord of arcane power. Warriors in enchanted armour traded boasts over spiced mead. A frost witch hunched in the corner, her breath turning to snow. A paladin sat reading a prayer book, radiating divine light like a bonfire. Even a man with scales down his arms, draconian blood or some sort of physique-altering magic, maybe, was arm-wrestling someone in the back.
