On the second floor of the Lanson, a group of five entered a small reception room and met the person they had long been waiting for. As Suna had analyzed, this venerable figure was astonishingly young, appearing only about a decade older than themselves.
However, there was something about the man that made them unable to meet his gaze directly, as if his presence was more befitting of a deity dwelling in the heavens.
"Rise."
Observing the few who were respectfully kneeling before him, Sorcerer Ivan could sense that these individuals were indeed young descendants of the Marichadon family.
His words seemed to carry a magical force; as soon as he spoke, the five involuntarily stood up, each standing straight but still not daring to look at him.
"Once you reach Rainbow Territory, resources will be plentiful. I hope you guard against arrogance and haste and advance quickly to become official sorcerers."
"We will heed your command," they replied.