Allen walked out of the heavy metal doors of the Black Tower of the Forge, leaving the scorching air behind. The cool breeze in the academy brushed against his cheeks, refreshing his spirit. Standing in the square in front of the tower, he looked up at the massive, stocky structure that resembled an active volcano. Master Mercer's words still echoed in his mind.
Allen stood in place, pondering for a moment before taking out the cold metal business card from his pocket. It bore a name—Eleanor—and a string of rune coordinates indicating her office's location. With his current income, he might not be able to cover all his expenses. He decided to invest in himself first to accumulate his initial capital.
