In the vast desert to the southwest of Withered Tree Fortress, Andrew was anxiously waiting for the arrival of an Ancient Academy prodigy.
This prodigy wasn't just anyone. He was one of the few students that Everett held in high regard. He also had a very powerful mystical beast that could manipulate time. So, under normal circumstances, this prodigy would never be late.
But the agreed-upon time had passed an entire hour, and Andrew was growing more and more worried.
"Could something have happened to him? If he's in trouble, should we even continue with the plan?" he muttered anxiously.
"What's happened? Who's in trouble?"
A cold voice came from behind Andrew. He quickly turned around, a smile on his face.
"You've finally arrived! I thought something happened to you," he said, trying to flatter.
