"My..." The man covered his mouth, a faint smile appearing on his face as he tipped his top hat in Clea's direction.
"To think you'd be able to spot me... You have my respect," the man said with a bow. "My name is Julian Evern, and I am one of the exam's overseers. But I'm sure you already knew that."
Clea nodded. "I assumed."
Raelis stared at Julian warily.
I've heard of this guy before... he's one of the people who practices mysticism.
Mysticism was a rare and dangerous power born from following something called a Sigil Pathway.
It was a system where people advanced by consuming Relic Essences turned into potions.
Relic Essences are found in ancient tombs scattered throughout the world... but the resources inside are very limited, usually enough to make only two or three potions per tomb...
Each pathway was tied to a symbol, and every step forward gave stronger abilities.
