"Welcome to Edgeheaven. I trust the journey was pleasant, The Morph Vialist."
The speaker was a second-ranker knight, lean and tall, though his height was hard to notice as he sat on a chair behind his desk. His presence, however, was not hidden. He gestured toward the seats across from him, inviting them to sit.
Damian nodded silently and sat down, Evrin following closely behind. The moderately sized office—or whatever it was—was filled with stacks of documents, shelves crammed with books, and an assortment of strange objects. Some of these objects emitted faint traces of mana, hinting at their runic nature.
After a prolonged silence, Damian finally spoke.
"It was nice enough. Call me Maximus."
"Ah, of course… And this young lady with you?" the knight asked carefully, as though walking on eggshells to avoid offending him. The behavior baffled Damian. What did they think he was?
