The Wyverns landed just outside the Council of Mages. It was a very massive tower, like structure with numerous floors.
This was the place where every mage that wanted to reach the pinnacle came to.
After they landed, the man bid them farewell and left with the Wyverns.
"So this is the Council of Mages," Riven muttered. He looked at the tower, there was an insignia over the door of a staff in the claws of a Vermillion bird.
This council held as much power as a Duke or a Senate member in the kingdom, as they were given leeway to be under their own laws by the last king of Vermillion.
Riven looked at the double doors of the tower, made of thick polished black wood and reinforced with thick metal slabs.
But that was the least of it, because he could feel the mana around the door. It wasn't just a single layer, but multiple layers of mana twisted in different forms.
