Time soon passed, and while Alaric and the others were getting ready for the tournament, Damien still had more errands to run
And his current run led him to a place he had been fearing to go for a while now
The Star-Reach Spire!
It stood in the exact centre of the Academy, a needle of white marble piercing the clouds.
It was said that the Spire was the only thing keeping the floating islands of the Academy tethered to the earth, held in place by the mana of the one who lived at the summit.
Damien stood in the private elevator. The glass walls offered a dizzying view of the campus below.
He saw students rushing to class like ants, Wyverns circling the combat grounds, and the distant glint of the artificial lake.
But Damien wasn't looking enjoying such a view, rather he was looking at his reflection in the glass.
He wore his standard "Mozart" attire: a pristine black tailcoat, a high-collared white shirt, and the silver mask that covered the upper half of his face.
