Within the grand chamber of the Sorcerer Tower, Great Sorcerer Phelan sat upon a towering throne carved from ebony and adorned with glowing runes.
August, a young apprentice with a determined gaze, stood before the Great Sorcerer. The room seemed to hold its breath as their eyes met, the weight of expectation tangible in the air.
Great Sorcerer Phelan's piercing gaze held a mixture of curiosity and admiration, as if he beheld something truly extraordinary before him.
"Apprentice August, it is good that you are back. I had heard you had gone on a month-long adventure in order to temper yourself," Great Sorcerer Phelan remarked. He suddenly stared at August with an increased intensity that made the young apprentice feel like he was an alien being under scrutiny. Phelan's words continued, laced with surprise and admiration.
