Volte, The Magic Mechanist (2)

Volte's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a dimly lit room. The first thing he noticed was a white-haired youth in dark robes, his cold grey eyes fixed intently on him. Next to him stood another youth clad in white robes, with striking golden hair and bright golden eyes, who wore a gentle smile. Despite the fuzziness in his head and the throbbing pain radiating from his right leg, Volte felt a sense of awe wash over him at the sight of these two powerful apprentices.

"It is good you are awake, Volte. We have been meaning to talk to you," the youth in dark robes stated matter-of-factly. 

A flicker of wariness crept into Volte's chest as he recognized the two individuals from before—one was Somma, the disciple of Great Sorcerer Hadrumei, but he was unfamiliar with the golden-eyed youth. The memory of their encounter with Rykard before he lost consciousness loomed large in his mind, leaving him anxious about their intentions.