Pseudo Sorcerer August, the Wind King (1)

In the quiet confines of the chamber, August sat in a perfect lotus position, his body perfectly still amidst the remnants of high-grade wind elemental cores and crystals scattered around him. The once vibrant cores now lay gray and lifeless, their essence thoroughly absorbed, leaving behind only the echoes of their former power. This was the culmination of his efforts, the moment he had trained tirelessly for, and now he had reached the threshold of 21 points—a pivotal level for an apprentice to ascend to the rank of First Sorcerer.