Just like it always been, it once was again, and two weeks passed in a blink of an eye.
Mack now stood in front of a huge gate. Dozens of people were around him, and a few more dozens were watching not too far from them, all waiting to join the Fenryr Tower.
This gate was the admission gate of the Fenryr Tower. One of the two entrances of the tower, the one for new members.
The thing that Mack still could not accept was the fact that they called it 'a tower'. The 'thing' looked more like a bunker than a tower. Mack already knew about that, but still....
'They should call it a dungeon instead of a tower', thought Mack, seeing the entrance to the 'tower' leading to the underground.
Every single mage tower had its own 'eccentricities' and the Fenryr tower was the only one that instead of going up, was going down. The tower levels went deep in the ground for hundreds of floors. Only the entrance stood above the ground.
