He stood up and walked to the window, looking out.
On the streets of the Shadow Moon Tower, Apprentices still hurried past, vendors hawked their wares, and the sound of a blacksmith's hammer rang out in the distance.
Everything was the same as before.
But Ian knew things were different now.
From this day on, his name would spread throughout the entire Angela Ring Mountain Range.
The Deep Red Royal Court, the Withered Council, and all the minor and mid-tier powers... they would all remember him now.
'Heh. Then let them remember.'
He turned, walked back to his desk, and began to sort through his spoils.
'Tomorrow, I still have to check out the Star Library.'
'And I need to build the Abyssal Altar and comprehend the Phase Soul Weaving Technique...'
'There's still so much to do.'
The next morning, Ian's identity Token lit up.
A faint blue light flowed across the Token's surface, finally coalescing into a line of small text:
