Early Morning…
Kent is being escorted through the royal palace by a group of solemn-faced Royal wizards.
The dew on the palace gardens shimmering like diamonds as Kent moved in formal procession behind the wizards.
The towering marble walls and elaborate statues passed him by, but his mind was focused on the reason he was here — the royal treasury.
At every checkpoint along the way, Kent was stopped, scrutinized by stern-faced guards before being allowed to proceed.
After crossing the lush greenery, they reached the training grounds where the Palace Wizards were gathered. It was a sight to behold — young men and women practicing complex spells under the strict supervision of older mages.
"Report to the master," one of the guards reported.
The soldiers stopped before an old man, overseeing the wizards' training. His white beard flowed down to his chest, and his piercing eyes missed nothing. He wore the formal robes of the royal guard, but his demeanor radiated authority.
