Outside the City of Rogalia. Acarnis.
Aron entered the dimly lit warehouse, the familiar scent of dust and rust greeting him.
He spotted Klain standing near the center, his stern face illuminated by the soft glow of a portable AetherTech lantern. The shadows cast by the light danced across the old, metal walls.
"Aron," Klain greeted with a nod, his tone conveying approval. "You've done well. Your progress has been remarkable."
Klain had kept tabs on Aron's progress over the years. After Aron showed his talent, Klain also didn't hesitate to invest more resources to aid his growth.
It was thanks to those aids that Aron had managed to progress rapidly in his Aether cultivation despite the shaky start in the beginning.
Of course, Klain was aware that Aron had been invited to join the various wings of the Acarnis World Government. This was the moment Klain was looking forward to the most ever since he met the boy in the same warehouse a few years ago.
