Cookies to Chubby, my peace offering. Apology. Bribe and survival tactic.
Now—We stood at the Nothingwood Mage Tower.
Still tall and ancient. Magnificent. The tower spiraled into the sky, its white stone surface covered in glowing runes that pulsed with mana. Floating crystals orbited its upper levels like silent guardians, humming with restrained power.
My team stood behind me. Joff and Henry were alert as always. Silent. Deadly. Busy with looking at the female mages who flirted openly, while Coffi glaring at them. But my team eyes scanned everything, their hands never straying far from their weapons. They had long accepted that my life attracted chaos like honey attracted bees.
Coffi and Latte, however, looked excited. Practically glowing. They were finally going back to Agro. Our Home.
Their smiles were impossible to hide. We approached the teleportation room. The massive reinforced doors stood before us.
