Strong gust of wind blew relentlessly onto his body as Emery flew in the air above the thick mist, heading towards the Hyperion centre.
As he got closer toward the C wing of the centre, Emery could sense through his Spirit Reading that there were more people in the centre right now than the previous time he visited here.
When he descended to the ground and walked into the centre, Emery was quickly welcomed by Magus Ramora who seemed to have been waiting for him.
"Wow! Where have you been? You are very late!"
Emery beam an apologetic smile at her. "Yes, I got held up by something. I apologize for my tardiness."
Unfortunately, it seemed like those words were not enough to appease her as Emery could still see the disgruntlement on her face.
"Ambrose, if you are really serious about competing during your time here in the privileged class, then you need to step up your game! There is no excuse to be late, unless you are dead!"
