Larque's Warning

"Trenton showed me that I'll also need people to help me if I want to progress," Cerlius said.

Lance scrunched up his lips: "Putting aside your secret lessons with Trenton, you do look different - more mature. Change however, is not always good."

Cerlius scanned the Reach, lingering at the students' flickering, half-formed magic circles. Jersin, in particular, was completely red-faced and screaming at his students. "So I noticed."

Lance sighed. "It's been a rough week." He gestured to Cerlius's book, changing the subject. "Were you satisfied with the notes I left you?" As he caught Cerlius up, his students drew closer. They dissipated their raw, unrefined magic circles and patiently listened in.