The day we received our scepters was one filled with anticipation and excitement. I remember standing in the courtyard of the guild hall, the sun casting a warm glow over us. The air was thick with expectation as Gale stepped forward, carrying a large, ornate chest. She opened it, revealing the scepters inside, each one a masterpiece of craftsmanship.
I was handed mine—a sleek, polished staff about five feet long, adorned with intricate carvings and embedded with a series of shimmering aetherium crystals. The scepter felt surprisingly light in my hand, yet I could sense the immense power it held. As I grasped it, the crystals began to glow, reflecting a deep, mesmerizing purple.
"Interesting," Radagast remarked, his eyes widening in surprise. "I've only seen that color once before—Menelaus. It signifies a rare and potent connection with mana."
