The isolated spire of Archmage Vespera was a towering needle of smooth black stone. It stood entirely separated from the rest of Arcania, connected only by a single bridge of solid light. Inside the central courtyard of the spire, the morning air was sharp and bitterly cold.
Khaos stood in the center of a wide stone circle. He was chewing loudly on a very large, sugar-glazed sweet bun.
"You must stop eating during your arcane exercises," Vespera instructed coldly.
She was standing at the edge of the circle, holding a thick leather-bound book.
"I am a growing boy," Khaos argued, taking another massive bite. "If I do not eat, I will shrink. Then you will have to train a tiny bug."
Silas sat cross-legged on the stone floor a few paces away. The blind monk rubbed his temples in deep frustration.
"Please just listen to her, Khaos. This is the opportunity of a lifetime."
