Isaac shook his head and casually flicked a glimmer of light into the Magic Castle. He then stood hovering in the air, awaiting a response from its master.
Inside the Magic Castle, within a hall that had shrunk by several sizes, the Silver-robed Mage, who was gathered with the others in research and discussion, raised an eyebrow. He glanced up at Olisti and Jörmungandr.
"What's wrong?" Olisti asked, confused.
Jörmungandr returned his gaze with a questioning look of his own.
"Isaac is outside. It seems he acquired something rather extraordinary during the ritual and wants to come in so I can take a look. What do you say?"
"Then let him in. It's rare for there to be something he doesn't know."
"Mm," Jörmungandr agreed with a nod.
While he didn't interact with Isaac as much as Olisti did, there weren't many people he acknowledged. As one of the few Wizards capable of traversing the [Mysterious] at Tier Four, his approval was not easily won.
