Akkarin walked into the arena, even with the sun high in the sky, it looked like dusk in here, the result of Akkarin's barrier. For the last few
month's he'd been training his captains one at a time, now it was time for a captain who might prove slightly more difficult to control, so Akkarin had
reinforced the arena with a barrier to stop any residual magic from escaping. He had donned his official archmage robe and stood in the center of the grand
building, waiting, waiting, and conjuring up a wind to make his robe look cool, and more waiting.
"Well, he's going to regret this." Akkarin said at last.
"Well, he's going to regret this." Akkarin said at last.


