The dawn light filtered softly through the stained-glass windows of Duskwatch's mage quarters,
painting long crimson streaks across the obsidian floors. Ethan stood near the exit of the Dark
Mage Tower's private wing, dressed once again in his traveling gear, the Warlord Fang strapped
firmly across his back.
Kaeron leaned lazily against the doorway, arms crossed. "You sure you don't want to stick around
a few more days? We just started annoying the Fire Tower properly."
Lysena stood beside him, trying and failing to hide a faint frown. "Or at least rest a bit. You're
barely recovered from the tournament. And Velexaria hasn't stopped glaring at the healers for
clearing you so soon."
Ethan gave a short laugh. "Nah. The system's already marked a location for me. If I stay any
longer, the scenario might shift without me. Calsoz is calling."
He looked toward the end of the corridor, where Velexaria stood quietly with arms behind her
back.
