It was a small but sophisticated interceptor-class ship, gleaming in the ambient light of the space station. The design was sleek and efficient, a testament to the advanced technology of the Magus Alliance. Emery eyed the vessel with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.
The idea of catching a ride with a Supreme Magus, especially just the two of them, felt both intimidating and surreal. The elevated status of Altus Dresden and his ability to easily probe his mind could lead to a potentially revealing and awkward conversation. Emery hesitated, standing at the entrance of the ship, uncertain about stepping on board.
Altus, noticing Emery's hesitation, broke the silence with a playful tone, "You will not let this old man fly alone, would you?"
Emery, a bit flustered, quickly responded, "No, Headmaster... I mean, Elder... no…"
