A second later, Sileus appeared in the mountain with a male apprentice who looked to be around thirty years old and the first place he went to was the courtyard which trunk and branch and twigs was shimmering in light and shadow hourglasses for leaves.
Then a portal to a dungeon lay beneath it.
Before the apprentices who were looking at it, a sudden clap echoed through the courtyard. Sharp, deliberate, and undeniably arrogant. All heads snapped up. A mage with long white hair tied on his back has arrived.
"Master! Welcome back." several voices cried at once.
Sileus strode in, his robes rustling with every movement radiating authority. Then reaching the front, his blue colored eyes stared at the tree like savoring the spectacle.
Then his gaze shifted toward the hero who was at the same time letting his injuries heal.
"Where's the other one?" Sileuss asked calmly.
The Sword Hero scoffed and grinned like a kid who just won a fight against his older brother.
