Heart of Yggdrasil, Elf Kingdom
Summer had settled over the elf continent. In this isolated enclave, far from the Academy and the noises of war, time had lost its linearity. Two years had passed since Jasper had started his training. .
He stood at the center of a cleared area, a clearing where the short grass bent under a breeze laden with pollen. He was shirtless, letting his skin of an alabaster pallor be exposed to the sun filtering through the giant canopy. His body had changed radically: his muscles were now sculpted. His white hair, once mid-length, now fell along his back.
Facing him, the Patriarch of the Luna clan, his uncle, observed him.
"You have changed a lot," noted the Patriarch, his narrowed eyes analyzing the density of Jasper's mana which, in two years, had reached heights few elves of his age could hope for.
"It's thanks to grandmother," replied Jasper in a monotone voice, turning his head slightly toward Norah.
