Emery's eyes landed on a figure seated on a gleaming white pedestal. Even from a distance, the visage was unmistakable - Julian.
His silhouette bore a regal posture, and an aura of profound power emanated from him. It was a power that Emery recognized – the Magus Realm.
Emery's sharp senses quickly darted around, attempting to discern the sources of the other pulsating magus auras. Among the crowd, he spotted two familiar faces. Fjolrin, the Northern Shaman, and The Abbot, Both had reached the same Magus realm as Julian.
Recollections swirled in Emery's mind, and he remembered whispered concerns of Fjolrin and the Abbot's hundreds of years of struggles to break through into the magus realm. But seeing them now, having shattered those barriers and basking in the glory of the Magus Realm, Emery's heart surged with joy.
