The grand opening of the Soaring River Secret Plane had arrived once again.
It was an event that took place every thirty years. An entire generation of young Magi would train and prepare for this single opportunity.
This time, the main square in Glassford was filled with delegations from across the Empire. Promising Mana Foundation Magi from every major arcane academy had gathered, including those from the Four Great Pillars. Even the elves of the Baja High Forest had sent their finest disciples.
They stood in orderly groups, flanked by guardians, elders, and professors. Robes of different colors marked their affiliations. Some looked calm. While others could barely contain their excitement.
All of them faced the center of the square, patiently waiting for the portal to open.
Not far away from the crowded central square, Adam sat quietly in an outdoor seating area of a teahouse.
A gourd of wine rested on the table before him.
