The next day, Zephyrion walked behind Garrick as they made their way toward the main building.
"Ahh… yesterday was too good. Been a while since anything got my heart racing like that. Haha… you saw my message, right?"
Zephyrion briefly recalled the heart shaped letter and its misleading words, and frowned slightly.
"…I did."
"Haha! Good. This uncle might not have much, but when I see talent, I take care of it. Don't worry."
"…thank you."
"It's nothing, kid."
Garrick continued laughing as they walked, and Zephyrion used the brief moment to sort through his thoughts.
Garrick's elixir had been unexpected, and through the night, he had used it to fully clear the fog around the fifth mark. By tomorrow, he should step into mark five.
Only those considered true prodigies, monsters, reached mark five at seventeen. Though he had once stood above them in the eyes of the world, he was now approaching that level again.
'Let's deal with this first.'
