"Show them this."
Tamasya extended her hand and placed a lustrous token into Will's palm.
The surface of the token shimmered faintly, runes engraved along its edges reacting subtly to his presence.
The material was unfamiliar, neither metal nor crystal, but something far more refined, as though it had been forged to exist outside ordinary classifications.
She looked at him steadily as she did so. There were no long speeches, no drawn-out instructions. Just a quiet expectation, backed by confidence.
"All the best," she added.
The carriage had already come to a halt at the grand entrance of the World Academy. The area was crowded beyond anything Will had expected.
Thousands of figures moved through massive gates that floated several meters above the ground, their surfaces etched with ancient formations that pulsed rhythmically.
