"But how?" Fara furrowed his eyebrows, asking, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
He suddenly felt that the mischievous fellow in front of him was playing with him.
"But maybe I can let you, who prides yourself on seeing the tip of the iceberg, experience what the real iceberg is."
The dwarf reached out his grubby hand, stained by magic dyes...
On it, a silver symbol floated. The flickering light was slightly twisted, and the space around the symbol distorted along with it.
"This is..."
Fara started to reach out, but found that both the silver symbol and the Mage Apprentice in front of him had disappeared.
All that lingered in the air was a faint sentence...
"If you don't think this is a dream, then come to Sky Pillar Mountain in the northwest of the mainland and tell the folks over there that you want to chat with 'Egger Constantin'."
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