In the top room of a stoney tower sat a dishevelled man. He had sharp, sunken cheeks visible through the dark strands of hair that covered his face. He had cracked lips, Sickly white skin dotted with small scars. He was surprisingly clean shaven, a shock to most who manage to meet this reclusive man. Behind old, crack glasses were violent purple eyes, scrunched up slightly.
The man was currently reading from a scroll, finally reaching the bottom. He stopped, sighing for a second before just throwing the scroll behind him.
"Fuck, this is really boring."
Astor almost sighed again.
He thought back to what he just read, cringing slightly. It was a paper on a Ground breaking discovery, Silent Casting.
It went on and on about how the discovery changed the very nature of how they think of magic. So, why was such a discovery boring?
"I discovered silent casting when I was thirteen, how the fuck did it take people this long?!"
Because to him, it was one of the basics. Over eight thousand years of magic, and Astor knew practically everything. Every school of magic, both internal and external casting, silent casting, all Magical language and everything else. He was the best In the world, powerful enough to do whatever he wanted.
Which was extremely boring.
Astor wasn't a man with plans and schemes or massive desires. As a child he had found magic to be so wonderful, so free, so captivating. As a teenager it was a necessity to survive the adventure to the Demon King. And now, it was nothing but a burden.
Astor simply wasn't interested in things. He could help humanity, release his magical knowledge into the wild...But why the hells would he do that?! Not like other people have done much for him. He had decided to release his knowledge once he died, since if everyone learnt even a quarter of what he knew chaos was sure to ensure.
Astor had distracted himself, letting thoughts wander before a soft 'ping' sounded out. Astor looked up for a moment, before grimacing.
That was the sound of someone touching the front door. In the most simple terms, a magical doorbell.
Astor tapped the side of his glasses with his left index finger as the view infront of him changed.
Lush green grass, colourful trees that ranged from green to yellow and even blue (A few years ago Astor had wanted to use magic to create new plant life, and succeed.) And.. a person.
The man's giant frame and golden hair couldn't be hidden with the plain cloak. With age, Jason just seemed to get bigger and bigger. Aston debated for a moment, before snapping his fingers, opening the front door. The former hero said... something. Astor had purposely avoided adding sound to his 'Seer Glasses' due some... complications in the past.
Tapping the side of his glasses again, his vision returned to his.. incredibly messy room. Books, glasses, scrolls and dirty clothing. He should probably get rid of... all that. Jason was probably making his way up. He snapped his finger, as everything was erases. Not teleported, not turned invisible, erased. He could always use creation magic to remake anything he needed, and the books didn't matter.
With that comforting thought, Astor pushed back his hair slightly before sitting up, interwining his fingers as he stared at the door. Slowly, he heard it whine as it was opened.