The godspawn flew away, smashing against the debris of the pyramid from which it emerged.
Meanwhile, the disk-shaped aircraft carrying the mages landed on the ground next to Zephyr. From it emerged a dozen mages, all wearing fancy robes that were a thousand times better than the grey robe Zephyr wore.
Looking at the golden and silver embroidery and runic symbols on their clothes, Zephyr shook his head. The difference between them was obvious.
All of them were also wearing badges honoring their status as intermediate mages. On it, there also existed star symbols showing their actual combat rating.
'A bunch of intermediate mages from the storm tower and royal academy, I presume.' Zephyr thought.
