This was Oliver’s second visit to the Mage Tower.
The Mage Tower stood imposingly in the distance, a majestic edifice of black stone that seemed to have grown out of the earth itself, as if forged by the very forces of magic. Its spire pierced the sky, twisting upward like a needle.
Now, under Violanda's lead, Oliver followed her down a narrow corridor toward the portal.
"This is the famous portal?" Oliver asked, curiosity painting his words as his gaze fixed on the shimmering gateway ahead of him.
The portal was small, yet it exuded a quiet power. It was a circle of light, bordered by intricately woven silver runes that pulsed faintly, responding to the subtle vibrations of magic in the air.
"Only a mage of the Yellow rank or higher has the privilege of activating a portal," Violanda explained, her voice steady as she observed Oliver’s interest. "This time, we were invited by the higher mages themselves. It’s a rare honor."