In the quiet aftermath of Andrew's departure into the spatial magical painting, Duke Magnus lingered in the hall on the fifth floor of General William Drake's Pagoda, his thoughts heavy with concern.
His great-grandson had shown remarkable talent, rising to become a peak-rank-one sorcerer in a short time. Yet, the weight of sending such a promising descendant into the heart of danger pressed heavily on him.
Sensing his unease, Grand Duke Damian Wall placed a reassuring hand on Magnus' shoulder. "Do not fret, old friend," he said with a calm smile. "I will be watching over all the sorcerers in the painting world, including young Andrew. They will not face the demons alone."
Magnus felt a measure of relief wash over him. "Thank you, Master Damian," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude. The elder then closed his eyes and sent his awareness into the spatial magical painting, scanning the scene within the artifact world.
