As Valen and Aldrian walked through the air towards the royal castle, an ethereal glow enveloped Aldrian with each step he took.
Mana swirled around him like a living entity, drawn from the atmosphere. It coalesced in luminous tendrils, swirling around his form, infusing him with power.
Valen watched in awe as the mana twisted and danced, merging with Aldrian's essence, signaling a profound transformation. It was a harmonious convergence of energy, heralding Aldrian's ascent to the Demigod level as they moved forward.
By the time they reached the capital, the flow of mana had ceased.
Aldrian had successfully ascended to the Demigod Realm. He settled slowly into his throne. Valen stood resolutely before him, a determined expression on his face. "Sacrifice," he stated. "That is my path."
"Valen, go to Crystalmouth. The city will soon be attacked, and they need you there," continued Aldrian.
Valen knelt and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
