The Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range had just welcomed its first snowfall of the year 1054, while in the distant Northern Wilderness, the heavy snow, like goose feathers, had fallen countless times since early autumn.
However, all of this was irrelevant to the mages within the Mage Tower.
In the corridors of the Source Magic Tower, two light footsteps echoed. The heated stone floors dispelled the chill in the air, yet did not diminish the solemnity of academia.
Ophelia walked in front, her golden hair gently bouncing with each step, like a golden flame burning in a fireplace.
Unlike the shy girl from two years ago, at eighteen, she had completely blossomed, becoming more graceful and poised.
At this moment, she was clutching an unfolded scroll, a promotion decree personally signed by Professor Hector.
From today onwards—
She was officially a Magic Apprentice!
"It's over, Ilana! We did it!"
"Yes, it's finally over."
