The afternoon sun slanted in through the high windows, casting a geometric patch of light upon the linen tablecloth.
The silver knives and forks rested silently in the brightness, their edges outlined by a soft gleam.
The rich, seared aroma of roast beef and the fragrance of freshly baked herb bread wafted silently through the air.
Murphy sat at the head of the table. His posture seemed casual, but the aura about him was deeper and more reserved than usual.
The effects of the Titan's Blood Crystal he had consumed several days prior were gradually becoming apparent.
It had not only boosted his Essence from 2.2 to an astonishing 3.0, but this sharp increase had, in turn, nourished his Spirit.
His Spirit, originally around 2.2, had now begun to shift, steadily rising to 2.3.
Moreover, this upward trend hadn't stopped, suggesting there was still room for future growth.
Of course, Murphy knew full well that this didn't mean he was already an Official Wizard.
