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Bowing one last time, Tobius stepped into the glowing archway and stepped out of it on the other side. As always, the portals of the Academy worked perfectly: no side effects or ailments. The gray master found himself in the middle of a large round room in which a soft bluish twilight reigned; carpets on the tiled floor, decent furniture, a spiral staircase going up along the wall.

“Welcome, your majesty.

Surprisingly, as soon as the arch of the portal went out, the room immediately became brighter, and the master noticed the wizard in a sparkling half-robe the color of a thrush's egg. He was a young man about his own age, broad-shouldered, tall, with long wheat-colored hair.

- Yes, I know you ... Alestan!

“Your might,” the cryomancer bowed back.

- Do not do that! I received the staff just yesterday.

“And now you are a master,” the northerner replied coolly.

“Eh… yes. Are we already in Ora?

- Of course not. How do you imagine a portal hanging across the sea?

— Yes, yes, you are right.
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