Despite his own exhaustion, Zion still held himself with the steady, commanding bearing of a king upon his lofty throne. Maxwell sat beside him, wearing the same calm, powerful expression. Faced with the two of them, both radiating an undeniable aura of dominance and leadership, the mage could only bow his head in reverence before taking his leave.
"Thank you, Alpha Zion, Alpha Maxwell, for your magnanimity. I was merely doing my duty… If you'll excuse me, I will retire for the night," the mage said, bowing deeply in gratitude.
After all, resources within the mage tower were never plentiful. Every mage had to compete fiercely for them; some materials came from distant continents, others were rare to the point of extinction.
