After lingering for a moment, recalling Orion and Julius' shocking revelation, Shepard locked eyes with Adam, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I have a mission of the utmost importance for you," he said, feeling time press on his shoulders like a mountain. "If you accept, I'll reward you with fifty-six golden tickets."
Intrigued, Adam nodded in response. Albeit not enough to borrow a book, the rewards swayed him.
"I want you to sift through Alkemia Al-Nur to find people like you. Summoned, I mean," the arcanist continued, hoping some had survived the city's harsh and competitive lifestyle. After all, the inflated prices didn't suit commoners' meager earnings, making most die of starvation or seek a better place to settle in. Of course, some blessed ones might have been born into wealthy or even noble families. But the chances were slim, considering their ratio.
