Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 691 - 325: The Truth of Star Eater_3
Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
"Keep this in mind," Lady Allen urged at last, "whatever unfolds, hold onto your reason and discernment; they form your most potent tool."
Once the conversation wrapped up, Ron lingered by himself in the study, lost in a daze for an extended period.
"Truly, each blessing carries its own burden..."
It could be that while imparting "Star Eater’s Ravings" to him, Lady Allen had already secured a benefit from Cassandra...
Shaking off the thought, Ron couldn’t halt the cold dread rising from deep within, prompting him to avoid delving deeper.
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Precisely at seven-fifty in the evening, an impressive levitating carriage softly landed outside Ron’s home.
The carriage’s craftsmanship was remarkably refined, its frame crafted from a vital metal that shifted hues on its own, the exterior rippling like northern lights.
The quartet of "horses" drawing it weren’t typical beasts of magic but shadowy steeds forged from sheer energy.
Their feet stayed aloft from the earth, and their forms radiated a faint celestial glow.
The coachman was a man in his middle years, clad in proper garments, his left eye swapped for a shimmering gem, and his right arm fully automated.
Spotting Ron, he inclined his head in deep respect.
"Wizard Ralph, the Tower Master awaits your presence at the Starlight Courtyard."
Ron gave a nod of recognition and boarded this clearly exceptional vehicle.
Inside, the carriage’s area expanded far beyond its external dimensions, evidently utilizing spatial enlargement methods.
The cushions consisted of some adaptive substance that molded itself to the rider’s build, providing exceptional coziness.
The standout element was the "roof" of the carriage, formed by a vast clear gem allowing a vivid view of the nighttime constellations.
Yet Ron quickly realized that these stellar positions didn’t align with the actual heavens, rather crafting a distinct geometric design.
"This is the ’Star Map Navigation System,’" the coachman caught Ron’s attention and volunteered the details:
"It displays the route and range to our goal; it’s among the innovations the Tower Master retrieved from the Otherworld."
Effortlessly, the carriage glided through the evening skies of the Central Lands, where the metropolis beneath sparkled like jewels set in dark silk.
Thirty minutes passed before they reached the Starlight Courtyard, perched at Sky City’s pinnacle.
The grandeur of this estate surpassed what Ron had envisioned.
The whole grounds resembled a celestial realm sliced from the cosmos, with myriad small luminous dots orbiting lazily in the atmosphere, shaping a 3D stellar chart.
The central edifice was built from animated starlight gems.
This substance looked like regular hazy crystals by daylight, yet after dark, it cast a mild silvery radiance, as though moonlight had been frozen into solid form.
The structure’s facade merged styles from diverse cultures:
Its base adhered to classic wizard tower architecture, yet it integrated many features from the Otherworld.
At the summit of the pinnacle sat a gradually turning orb of power, radiating a stellar luster;
The outer surfaces bore engravings of triumph memorials in scripts from various Otherworlds;
The grounds featured alien plants from alternate realms, some producing soothing melodies, others shifting shades according to the viewer’s feelings.
"Welcome to the Starlight Courtyard."
A soft voice emerged from Ron’s rear, and upon glancing back, he beheld an older gentleman in servant’s garb.
The servant seemed about sixty, his nearly see-through hands exposing intricate power conduits inside.
"I serve as the butler here, Sebastian. The Tower Master is expecting you in the dining area; kindly come with me."
Sebastian guided Ron along a passage lined with luminous flooring.
Flanking the hallway displayed assorted Otherworld artworks and war trophies:
One was a ’Memory Mirror’ that replayed scenes of victories on its own, where Ron observed Cassandra directing forces to seize Otherworld settlements;
A globe of crystal containing ’Essence of Thought,’ pulsing with the final musings of the vanquished;
Along with certain enigmatic carvings he couldn’t grasp, apparently testing the limits of perception, even a brief look causing mild vertigo.
"These belong to the Tower Master’s assortment," Sebastian saw Ron’s interest:
"Every one captures the core of a subdued society. The Tower Master holds that reshaping foes’ knowledge into ornaments marks the finest tribute to success."
Ron committed this observation to memory, acquiring a sharper understanding of Cassandra’s nature.
Just four seats encircled the supper table, set up evidently for a close-knit affair.
As Ron stepped into the dining chamber, Cassandra had already arrived.
Unlike her official daytime demeanor, she revealed an entirely fresh aspect now.
She donned a pale lavender satin robe, so sheer it evoked evening fog.
Her figure hinted coyly under the flowing attire, radiating the distinctive charm of an experienced lady.
Her lengthy dark locks fell loosely across her shoulders, free from the day’s stern updo.
What captured attention most was her expression.
At present, her amethyst eyes held warmth and accessibility, free from the day’s icy dominance.
"Ron, welcome to my abode."
Cassandra stood to receive him:
"Take a seat; this evening is an informal meal, no call for rigid manners."
Eve occupied a spot at the table’s edge, in a soft azure outfit, seeming quieter than her norm.
Catching sight of Ron, she offered a reassuring dip of her head.
Uther’s ethereal remnant hologram took the last seat as Ron entered.
"It appears all our invitees have gathered," Cassandra’s tone bore a warm grin:
"So, shall we commence this charming supper."