Wizard association, Inside the grand golden summit room…
On the top of round summit, Eleven mages gathered, seated in a perfect circle. Their chairs, crafted from the finest emerald emperor jade, gleamed softly under the ethereal light.
Around the room, waterfalls cascaded gently, their soothing sounds mingling with the whispers of runes.
The eleven supreme mages awaited the arrival of Wand-Magus Allaric, each seated with an air of solemnity and anticipation. These were the paragons of the Wizard Association, each master of their unique arcane arts.
Supreme Dagger Magus Thallic sat with his arms crossed, his dark robes adorned with silver dagger motifs that shimmered as if they were alive. His piercing gaze moved restlessly, betraying a keen mind always on alert.
