After making a few quick purchases in the city, Darian headed toward the great Tower. Ahead, a crowd of thousands waited patiently.
Everyone looked like ancient figures, with hundreds or even thousands of years behind them. Darian noticed the strong excitement on their faces, as if this registration was something they had been waiting for for a very long time.
Following the crowd, he realized everyone was arranged in a colossal line that twisted and curved in one place.
Up ahead stood a thirty-meter-tall black stone. Ancient runes had been carved into it. Darian didn't know what they were for, but… he smiled faintly.
He felt a connection between it and the aura of his uncle Almin.
In front of the black stone stood a single elder, carrying out some registration.
The place was very quiet, and even from afar, it was possible to hear the elder speaking. He asked for the person's name and origin, taking notes. Then he sent them to take the test, pointing impassively at the stone.
