Talking With Amera
Arthur went to the outside world where he was welcomed with a grand scene. The mages coming of that world were now sitting all over the place, resting while the signs of exhaustion and even deep wounds appeared on their bodies.
But the most prominent thing he felt was that dark atmosphere that ushered over the entire place. Even staying in a graveyard would feel more cheerful than being here.
"What's going on?" he went directly towards Doaf where he was standing with a large group of people alongside Amera.
"It's far worse than we initially thought,'' Doaf said in a dejected tone.
"Who are you?" one of the mages asked, "you saved our lives but I feel your power isn't that great."
"He is Willy," Doaf said, "the one our grandmaster took under his wing before all this."
The mage was someone like Doaf, giant with a deep scar over his eyebrows. Arthur could tell from his eyes that he wasn't someone to trifle with, not any less formidable than Doaf.