Only a few months after leaving, Gorsa returned to the Far North Lands and the Wall of Sighs.
This time, he no longer hid the fact that he had advanced to Tier 4. As a result, his return left countless people utterly flabbergasted.
Murphy appeared directly atop the Wall of Sighs. Seeing Gorsa radiating the unmistakable pressure of a Tier 4 Wizard, he wasn't particularly surprised.
"Looks like you came out on top after all."
Gorsa walked up the steps of the Wall of Sighs, his eyes curving in a smile. He looked as relaxed as if he'd just returned from an outing. "It just came down to who was willing to risk more."
"Norton made his move?"
"Yeah."
"Is he still alive?"
His path was already cut off. It was hard to say whether he was alive or dead now; he was just holding on for the sake of his family.
Murphy's old face seemed to have gained a few more wrinkles. He looked around at the Wall of Sighs, which soared into the clouds, watching the Wizards coming and going along its top.
He sighed.
"Who isn't?"
Murphy didn't ask what had become of Flim. Back then, Flim had asked him to lure Gorsa out, and he had agreed. But he hadn't told Flim that Gorsa seemed to have advanced to Tier 4.
The choice had been made long ago.
There was no helping it. Maybe an old man like him just liked young people with more drive, like Gorsa.
By his reckoning, Gorsa wasn't exactly young anymore. But as long as he still had a spark in him, still had hope, and still had a path ahead, he was young.
Gorsa had returned to his Wizard Tower beyond the Wall of Sighs. A few Wizards had followed