"Impressive," Lefazio praised as he walked closer to his colleague, Arkan. "You certainly have a keen eye for talent, Arkan."
Arkan nodded, his azure eyes focused and serious as he continued to study the runic formations before him. His commitment to his craft was evident in his unwavering attention to detail.
"Your student put forth an exceptional effort as well," Lefazio continued, acknowledging the young Elf's performance. "Considering his age in terms of human lifespan, his skill and determination are truly praiseworthy."
Nemeris, the young Elf boy who had just participated in the spar, listened to Arkan's words with a swelling heart.
The recognition from the Grandmagus of Venelutio himself was a validation of his efforts. However, his body remained battered, and the healer unit diligently worked to patch up his cuts and bruises.
He promised himself to sharpen his skills in controlling Venevisium, the sheer power that the talent from Venelutio possessed.