Merlin made his way toward the plaza where he saw a couple of robed figures carrying yet another group of ice sculptures away from the wizard college.
The culprit this time was sitting on a chair in the plaza while a smaller man in a pure white robe was tending to her wounds.
It appeared as though the aggressor had managed a single lucky hit on the wizard, as there was a bloody dagger lying on the plaza floor and the wizard's robe was clearly stained with blood.
"Bloody immortal bastards, I'll get Pyrena to incinerate their corpses next time." The ice wizard swore as Merlin walked towards the building. "I won't be satisfied until I watch them choke on their own ashes."
'That's an ice wizard with a fiery temper,' Merlin thought to himself as he slipped into the wizard college.
Merlin walked toward the receptionist's desk, where an older man was sitting patiently, waiting for Merlin to approach.
