The Grand Mage of Mauryan, the strongest magician of the Empire, the master of the Tower of Wisdom, the honorable Prime Minister and one of the seven sages - Brahma.
The elderly man who stood before the confused group was none other than the very man who had reached the pinacle of modren magic, Brahma himself.
All the members of the unexpectedly formed cohort, including Matsya, who belonged to the rebel army, were aware of his identity, which in itself was what made the encounter awkward.
While everyone was hesitant to speak, Cuban stepped forward, "You have arrived, Elder."
He bowed ever so slightly, showing his respect for the master of the Tower of Wisdom, even though he was in a tattered state.
"Be at ease, Cuban. You all have done a splendid job," Brahma said, his voice as smooth as a melody.