Bjork, the Keeper
The castle exuded a chilling and isolated aura. Seated in the center of the room, Azrael, cross-legged on the dusty floor, turned his focus inward.
As he breathed in and out, the mana within him responded. With every inhale, he absorbed the quiet emptiness of the castle, and with every exhale, he released any tension.
The ebb and flow of his mana mirrored the stillness of the ancient stones surrounding him.
Azrael sensed the strengthening of his mana core, a vital source of power within him.
With a determined expression, he acknowledged the need to absorb every bit of knowledge Thrawn possessed.
It wasn't just about understanding; he craved mastery, wanting to grasp every detail without forgetting a single thing.
Whether it meant memorizing the names of gods and devils or mastering potion concoction, Azrael was ready to dive deep into Thrawn's teachings.