Wagner nodded.
"I understand."
He took a deep breath and walked out of the Supreme Council.
The eastern sky showed the pale fish-belly white, marking the start of a new day.
A group of primordial soul wizards from the Shadow Circle stood outside the door, led by the Shadow Walker, waiting eagerly.
Wizards of the Shadow School are mostly silent and solitary in character.
They are like shadows, rarely noticed by others.
Years spent moving in the dark have even made them forget the sight of light.
But at this moment, everyone's emotions.
Were nothing but excitement, complexity, and disbelief.
The Shadow Walker smiled and said:
"Today marks the three hundred thousandth year since the end of the Ancient Age, the year 1302 in the Nora Calendar, a day insignificant in the Age History Book, yet immensely important for us descendants of the Shadow School… Welcome home, Wagner sir!"
…
Three years later.
Hell's Eighth Layer.
