The training ground lay quiet beneath the open night sky, its earlier chaos now reduced to scorched stone, broken wooden dummies, and faint traces of mana lingering in the air like a bitter aftertaste.

The moons hung low above the arena, pale and distant, observing without judgment as Sage stood alone at the edge of the field, his breathing slow and measured. The heat had already faded from his palms; that more than anything else signaled that his training was truly over.

He had traced circles until his fingers ached, recited incantations until his tongue felt numb, and forced his mana through channels so narrow and precise that any lapse in focus could have led to collapse instead of power.

Yet physically, he felt… fine. No trembling limbs or burning muscles. No ragged exhaustion like what the Knights experienced after hours of sparring.

Instead, it was his mind that felt hollowed out. There was an unsettling emptiness behind his eyes a dull pressure making the world feel slightly too quiet as if sound itself had been muffled. Thoughts still came but moved slower now, like ships drifting on a windless sea.

This was the cost of walking the Mage's path. Sage exhaled slowly and turned away from the ruined dummies, boots crunching softly against gravel as he left the arena behind.

The torches lining the training ground flickered as he passed; their flames bent subtly toward him before straightening again once he was gone, reacting instinctively to the residual mana clinging to him.

The Guild grounds were quieter at this hour. The stable to his left stood dark and orderly; mounts long since fed were settled into shadows with only their massive shapes visible.

A faint rhythmic sound, breathing and hooves shifting, carried through the night, steady and reassuring. To his right stretched an empty training field where earlier noise had faded into memory alone.

It struck Sage again how quickly life filled any space he created, and how swiftly it learned to function without him at its center.

By the time he reached the Guild's main entrance, his steps slowed, not driven by intent or urgency but by routine. The massive doors loomed ahead; their reinforced frames caught moonlight along engraved lines and sigils that hadn't been there just days ago.

He pushed one open with a hand still tingling from mana flow and stepped inside.

The Guild Hall greeted him with silence, not dead silence but a living kind, the quiet following a long day of motion when even walls seemed to rest. Lanterns burned low along pillars casting warm pools of light across polished marble floors.

Shadows stretched long and gentle, softening the grandeur of space into something almost intimate.

The bar counter stood pristine and untouched, its surface reflecting the lantern light like calm water. The shelves behind it remained empty, still yearning for bottles yet to arrive, promising indulgence that would have to wait. Sage glanced at it briefly, a flicker of anticipation stirring within him despite his exhaustion, before moving on.

The receptionist desk was vacant now. Boren had long since returned to the Central District, likely collapsing into bed the moment his duties allowed it.

Sage could almost picture it, the big man folding in on himself with a sigh of relief, letting workday worries dissolve into sleep faster than most spells could be cast.

The Guild Archive Wall emitted a low, steady hum. Its compartments were sealed tight, ledgers neatly arranged by rank and category. Everything was in its place; everything was functioning as it should.

The Guild did not sleep; it merely slowed down. Sage crossed the hall at an unhurried pace, his footsteps echoing softly as he passed the lounge area. The sofas looked far more inviting now than they had earlier in the day, their plush cushions promising comfort without obligation.

He paused for a moment, taking in the space he had carved out of chaos and ambition.

"I built this...," he thought, not with pride but with a strange sense of subdued certainty.

Not because he sought comfort, but because he understood what came next. Eventually, he turned away and made his way upstairs.

The second-floor corridor was dimly lit by a few wall-mounted lanterns whose glow barely reached the far ends. Doors lined the hall, all closed.

Sage reached his room and pushed the door open quietly behind him. Inside lay a modest yet orderly space. A desk against one wall bore scattered notes and half-finished diagrams of magic circles.

Books were stacked neatly beside it, spines worn from use rather than neglect. The bed dominated the far side of the room: simple yet clean, sheets folded back in quiet invitation.

For a long moment, Sage simply stood there. The adrenaline that had fueled him through training finally ebbed away, leaving something heavier behind.

He reached up to loosen his collar and shrugged off his coat, draping it over the back of a chair. His boots followed suit, set aside neatly without thought.

When he sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped slightly under his weight, a grounding sensation that no training ground could provide.

This was where his mind finally caught up with him. Images surfaced unbidden: fire spiraling outward; wind slicing through air; lightning snapping into existence at his fingertips.

Each spell replayed itself with ruthless clarity, highlighting imperfections he'd been too busy to dwell on earlier.

"My control is improving," he admitted inwardly,"but not fast enough."

Against monsters? Perhaps that would suffice. Against unprepared foes? Even overwhelming them might work.

But against those who knew what they were doing?

He frowned slightly. "If danger strikes unexpectedly… I'm not prepared."

That thought lingered, heavy and unsettling, before another quickly followed.

"But if I see it coming…" He turned his gaze toward the window, looking out at the sleeping city beyond.

"I'll crush it."

Sage leaned back slowly, allowing his shoulders to sink into the mattress as he stared up at the ceiling.

Tomorrow, he would refine his spellwork, adjust his training, and push himself further. There were plans to consider, Pax's movements, Boren's position, and how the bar would operate once a winemaker arrived.

Tomorrow, the Gryphon District would inch closer to becoming something no noble could ignore.

But tonight… Tonight, his mind finally began to loosen its grip. Thoughts drifted instead of marching in formation. The sharp edges of calculation softened. The room felt warmer. Safer.

His eyelids grew heavy as mana circulation slowed naturally, settling into a steady rhythm while his body prepared for rest. Even his breathing deepened, long and even, the kind that only came when vigilance finally slipped its hold.

[ Ding ]

The sound sliced through the quiet like a blade through silk.

Sage's eyes snapped open instantly; his heart raced against his ribs as every trace of drowsiness vanished in an instant.

[ Warning: Abnormal Mana Disturbance Detected ]

The system's voice remained calm.

Sage sat up in one swift motion, jaw tightening as he sharpened his gaze; every sense screamed alert. The comforting warmth of the room evaporated, replaced by a cold tension that coiled tightly in his chest.

"Don't tell me…" he muttered under his breath.

[ Scanning… ]

[ Dungeon Formation Confirmed ]

He simply stared ahead as thoughts raced faster than he could process them; every implication unfolded at once like a map he had never wanted to see.

Slowly, deliberately, Sage smiled, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"So this is how it begins."

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