"You really ranked up, didn't you?" Malrik asked with a smirk.
There wasn't a major change in Adyr's appearance, but a glance into his eyes revealed something new—an intense glint, as if a vibrant universe had taken root behind them.
Adyr wasn't surprised he noticed. "Yeah, thanks to you."
He hadn't even used much of the 6,000 crystals Malrik had paid him, but the help had made a significant difference.
"Thanks to us? Don't do that. A practitioner only rises through their own talent. Don't get modest and start giving away credit," Malrik said, patting his shoulder. He wasn't wrong.
"Alright, let's go. Don't keep him waiting. He can be… aggressive." Malrik quickly steered the conversation back to the point, then mounted his Frost Wyvern.
Rather than manifesting his wings, Adyr climbed onto the wyvern with him. Showing up half-naked to meet a Rank 4 practitioner—especially one with a title—wasn't exactly a great first impression.
