Three years after Rico safely made it to the Brightdane Guildhall, he had finally broken past the wall and stepped into B-rank. Instead of learning a whole new element, he chose to focus solely on his wind magic.
Although he was relatively safe inside the guildhall, it didn't mean that there wasn't any danger. Unlocking a new element would open up more possibilities but it would also take an increasingly long amount of time for him to bring it to the same level as his wind element.
Time that he didn't have.
Rico spent the next months practicing and mastering his evolved element when someone busted through the door and there was only one person who would interrupt his training so abruptly.
"Pack your things son, we're going to North America."
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Memories of the past nineteen years flooded his thoughts as he stared at the dark mage who was falling toward him with no way of defending himself.
