The Earthen Mage Society Headquarters was a marvel, its sheer scale almost incomprehensible. It spanned the size of a small country, hidden away in a separate space that belonged exclusively to them. Towering structures of glass and ancient stone stood against a backdrop of floating buildings, suspended in midair by intricate, invisible magical forces. Magical technology thrummed all around, a blend of archaic enchantments and cutting-edge mystic devices.
Ryan, of course, knew of the Earthen Made Society, but he had certainly underestimated them.
It wasn't just a group of powerful mages - it was an empire. He could only imagine how many mages it took to keep the place running, and judging by the number of uniformed figures bustling about, it was in the thousands. The base was a hive of activity, with mages of every rank and function, all moving with purpose. Each one was likely working on a case, some small, some world-shattering.
