The Nipanan Elixir Mine.

Kiran was not a novice in the field of magic. Although his level of proficiency in cultivating purple enchantment energy was only at level one, his training and vigilance were high for level one.

After feeling the subtle vibrations and sensing the unfamiliar energy, Kiran pranced through the quaint and dimly lit book passages lit by the oil lamp. The sound of his steps blended into the silence, swept away by the presence of books that held many ancient techniques and secrets within them.

Kiran felt his chest pounding as he slipped between shelf after shelf of books, with the scent of worn paper treated with a special preservative with an unfamiliar aroma.

And the figure stood with its back to Kiran, its tall figure silhouetted.

"Gotcha!" whispered Kiran, eyes full of courage. He was happy he had caught the stranger emitting magical, solid energy. Without realizing it, Kiran took out The Tempest, a magic wand already in his hand.

The dark-robed figure stood silently facing him while an