Ian stepped aside and looked toward the camp.
More and more people were gathering.
High Level Apprentices were arriving from all directions. Some came alone, some in small groups, and others even brought along Magic Pets or Mechanical Bodies. Their auras varied in strength.
Ian did a quick count. At the Misty Creek gathering point alone, there were at least a hundred High Level Apprentices.
What drew his attention even more were the few subtle yet powerful waves of energy at the edge of the camp... Official Wizards.
Most of them stood silently in the shadows, either resting with their eyes closed or conversing in low tones. The Energy Force Fields they naturally emanated distorted the light, making others wary of getting too close.
"Ian, I've been assigned to the Third Clearing Squad. It looks like I won't be able to fight with you," Hawke said, sounding somewhat regretful.
