"Relax and prepare yourself, in a few moments, it will begin. You do not need to hold yourself back Andar, you are the Seed of our Tower, it is time you show the universe what that truly means."
With those words the Archmage ascended into the air where a separate platform had been placed, this one was shining bright with silver and gold, and four other figures ascended with him and they sat on their various thrones while watching the events about to transpire.
The five Archmages were here to watch over the event, because some of their most promising talents were here, all of whom needed to be guided and protected, but most importantly, the Underverse was a dangerous place, and even though the area around the Nyre Flower was safe for now, it would not remain this way for long.
Andar bowed at the departing figure of the Archmage, his movements were graceful as he sat cross-legged on the platform, his black jacket flaring around him.
