Sage sat on the cold stone floor of the Seer’s chamber, his gaze locked on the elder. He had made up his mind, and it would not be swayed by any number of warnings or threats. "I'm ready," Sage said, his voice cutting through like a sharp knife through flesh.

“No more lectures. No more warnings.” He stood, his eyes locked with the Seer’s, unflinching.

“To be frank, the mystic world is not that scary. I’ll face it all if I have to.” “You’re reckless,” the Seer muttered, ...