"Cough! Cough! Testing, testing… can you hear me?" a voice rang out, its tone eerily androgynous, echoing from one of the pillars surrounding the grand podium. The pillar pulsed with a crimson light as the voice continued, commanding attention from all present.
These pillars weren't mere decorations—they were sophisticated, magical tools broadcasting the event in real time to the Elder's Hall of the tower.
"Judging by your reaction, I assume my words are audible. Let's keep this simple and brief, Renault Sentinel. I wish to take you as my student, but that will only be possible if you Promise to become an Inner Tower disciple within five years. Then I will gladly take you under my tutelage." The voice fell silent, allowing Renault to digest the weight of the offer.
