The caravan carts advanced heavily along the dirt road, their wheels creaking over occasional stones as they left the gathering territory behind.
The sky stretched in an intense blue above their heads, with just a few scattered clouds offering moments of welcome shade in the midday heat.
The gathering had been abruptly interrupted, to the disappointment of many students. As a concession, the professors had reduced the approval requirement to six thousand crystals in total value, an adjustment considered fair given the lost time.
But for Ren's group, this change was irrelevant. They had exceeded even the original requirements several times over.
In one of the carts, sitting tightly packed between piles of gathered materials, Klein Goldcrest maintained a tense conversation with his followers. His expression oscillated between frustration and cold determination as he mentally calculated his next moves.