When Hadrian left that dull white space, he found himself in three different locations.
The brute vessel was in immense pain, having been teleported into the ground.
Gritting his teeth, Hadrian cut off his connection to the vessel.
He could have channeled elemental essence and made the earth move for him, but he did not have any other vessels that he could substitute to heal the vessel. The pain lingered even after the cut connection.
The main Hadrian and Alia vessels were in better, but still compromising situations.
On the dais, the sun shone on Hadrian's face, the wind making his black strands of hair restless.
Beneath him were dozens of mages in assembly of the ceremony. The Baron who'd been speaking fell silent as he observed Hadrian who'd just flickered some distance to his left out of nowhere.
Hadrian didn't pay them any mind, his eyes were on the metal box in his left hand.
It sent a pulse through Hadrian and he could already feel a buzz in his mind building up.
