Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The sky was gray at dawn.
Ian stood before pier number three at Vilte Port, his dark gray long robe stirring gently in the morning breeze.
On his shoulder, Gaga was nestled in his hood, its small eyes looking around with curiosity.
A long line had already formed in front of the pier.
At least three hundred Wizards waited there, speaking in various accents, their robes and badges a motley assortment.
Ian did a rough scan and sensed the auras of at least five Level Two Crystalized Wizards in the line.
The number of Level One Wizards was even greater, exceeding two hundred.
Most had the faces of young or middle-aged adults, their eyes filled with a mixture of yearning and apprehension for the Central Continent.
There were also several dozen High Level Apprentices, all young, following behind their teachers and sizing up their surroundings with curiosity.
"So many powerful people, gaga..." Gaga transmitted through their Soul Link.
