With Merath's permission, the gatekeeper left to let Lily in.
Lily made his first steps inside. Despite merely being seventeen, he managed to be the second tallest person present, only behind Merath himself.
He had a lean, slightly toned build despite being a mage. It wasn't due to any significant physical effort or time, but basic health and magic. It was just enough to make sure that one's body wouldn't give out over nothing.
He had sandy brown hair, gray eyes, and his expression was a practiced calm. There was a particular deliberate quality to the way he moved and held himself, a composure that was clearly being maintained rather than simply existing. It was not quite natural yet.
After all, a few months ago, by all accounts, he had been a fundamentally different person. A talented, naive boy who had not yet understood what was expected of him.
