Chapitre 461: The Calm Before the Storm

"Hahaha!"

Meanwhile, Adam's hearty laughter echoed as he cut through Durazmarn's mountain like a laser. 

The wind whipped his clothes in a flurry of noises, forcing his grin to reach his eyes. If only he could feel the wind, he had no doubt he would have never forgotten this moment.

Yet, he shrugged the negative thought out of his mind.

'Soon, I'll have a body.' 

Before he realised it, he basked under the midday sun, already standing before the academy gate.

He smirked at the mages guarding them and blurred inside, the only trace of his presence a gust that alerted them for a second.

'That's the problem with magic. Their bodies are too weak before they become archmages, and since no one can, they are doomed to live mediocre lives.' 

Somehow, this line of thought made him remember Gaston.