Two months passed by on the road. In that time, no bandits or rogue mercenaries dared to attack the procession.
Considering the number of Mana Vortex Magi traveling together, not to mention some of them being the most powerful Magi their respective organizations had nurtured, it was no surprise that the procession reached their destination undeterred.
Three years had passed since the Battle of Ravenfell. In that time, Adam had experienced many things.
From drowning in madness to nearly dying on several occasions. From laughing under the twin moons to sobbing inconsolably at his loneliness. He had experienced it all.
He was already thirty-eight years old this year, an age considered to be an adult by mortal standards, yet still a child in the eyes of the Magus world.
On this day, the group's destination had finally appeared before them.
