Tristan and his companion finally arrived at the majestic palace. The palace was made of transparent stones that gleamed in various colors whenever the light hit it in just the right way, creating a beautiful symphony of combined colors.
The Arcadian ship hovered and landed at the spot allocated by the few flyers that were flying with them just now.
As soon as the ship door opened, Tristan could see the dozen flyers. They were all elves with white and grey hair. Elves that look similar to him.
They were the high elves and currently these high elves looked at him with a similar curiosity as he stared at them.
Tristan watched all the elves and quickly scanned their strength.
Surprisingly all of them were saint level mages within the 600-800 spirit force range. Although they were not magus level, their innate wind element gave them the ability to cast flying spells.
