The man invited Damian to chat upstairs, so he and Toph followed behind. The room was cluttered with boxes, spare items, mana stones of different elements, and various common books scattered about.
"May I know your name, young man? It's been a while since I've met a promising young mage," the man said as he settled behind his desk, gesturing for Damian to take a seat.
"Maximus," Damian replied, watching the color drain subtly from the man's face—not out of fear, but with a cautious, amused surprise.
It seemed his name had spread throughout Pyron. After killing their lord, that was to be expected. Thankfully, most people only knew his name, not his face. It felt like it had been so long that Damian nearly forgot his name held a reputation here.
"You came with the army?" the mage asked, regaining his composure after a brief pause.
"Yes. Should I leave?" Damian asked, unsure if the man was debating whether to speak with him or alert the authorities.
