"Time's up. You can return to college or wait for Elysia. That little girl kept bugging me about recruiting you as a royal mage after you graduate. Think about it and ask her for the details if you're interested."
He almost rolled his eyes at the elf's condescending tone. But deep down, he knew Selene didn't need anyone. He was a one-man army seven thousand years ago, and now that he has become an archmage? He could probably melt a continent in a matter of days...
'It's not like I'm interested or will ever graduate.'
His lips curled into a determined smile before he bid Selene goodbye and retraced his steps out of the mansion.
When he stepped out, his lips curled down, and solemnness replaced his amiable facial expression.
'It's the moment of truth.'
With determined steps, he went to the werewolves and vampires' temporary lodging.
