Cavern's Peak.
February 2, 2150.
Brandon ran around the mountain's cliffside, looking for any signs of Androxus.
But there was nothing.
All he could see were the other wyverns flocking around the sky, as they were the last time he was here.
They all looked so carefree. As if they had no problems at all.
Which was most probably true at the moment, considering the theory he had wrapped around his mind regarding the elves and the wyverns.
"Wonder where he is."
Standing still by the cliff–side, where he had once trained with Androxus two months ago, Brandon sat down soon after.
As always, the mana in the vicinity was dense.
"Hoo…."
For him, it was the best place to condense and circulate his mana core.
The sixth tier was still far from his grasp at the moment. If rushed it, it would implode on him exponentially.
