Making The First Move

But my assumption was wrong. The person I was looking for finally emerged from the tower, his silver hair and silver eyes gleaming in the sunlight. Every aspect of him fit Emmanuel's description, from his piercing gaze to his chiselled features.

Behind him, a sea of blue-robed magicians stretched out like a seemingly endless horizon. I counted more than a hundred in the first line alone, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Among them, five mages stood out in dark blue robes, their attire a stark contrast to the brighter hues of their companions. My target, too, wore the same dark blue robe, his presence drawing my attention like a magnet.

As I took in the scene, the magicians began to return my gaze, their eyes narrowing as they sized me up. It was clear that they were not here to make friends.

Lucifer, the Grand Elder of the Blue Tower and Ruler of Sapphire City, surveyed the carnage before him with a calculating gaze. The dozens of unconscious magicians spr