'The gift of eternal life? In its truest form? Most interesting... Listen with Caution... Follow with Caution... Be wary of this man with a tongue of silver and mercury... The deeper you go, the more he will mold you'

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'The voices are getting confused with themselves again, but I guess its a good idea? Maybe it will provide us with an answer to our question' Mercuito thought between the two of them as he listened to the prince's proposition. 'Or I am stuck with you forever. but I guess its better than dying with you, huh?' Fenox thought back to Mercutio with a mischievous smile. But together they knew that taking the deal was going to be the best plan of action to discovering their own mysteries with an infinite amount of time. It would allow them to take as long as they needed to discovered every secret in the crooks in nannies that might be overlooked due to the sake of saving time. In the end though, the gift of living forever was great for the two of them as their lives would never be jeopardized if either of them died and they could live forever, even if they are stuck together it was better than seeing what awaited them after death.

The two of them were leaning against the wall as he revealed his feelings about the idea to the prince with a question for him to answer, "The two of us agree on your plan to obtain this immortality if it is the very least we can do to prevent our questions from being unanswered. However, the only question that we have is how is this going to be achieved?" He said to the prince curiously, as the only way to obtain immortality without what ever way the prince had was with a phylactery or a deal with a powerful demon and even then death was still a possibility depending on either of the ways it was achieved. So how the prince was going to obtain this way of immortality was going to be something new to the two of them.

Korthul smiled at the idea of immortal life, the idea itself tempted him for a life of endless pursuits of joy and fun for an eternity, however something dawned on his mind. Despite the temptation, the gift of immortality would dull the sensation of battle and would give him no joy during the clash of blades nor the excitement of escaping death around the corner. However, the main reason why he disagreed was that immortality would in the end make him miserable, being able to see those that he wished to protect and love wither away to the unforgiving sands of time while he would remain. He out of all the people he knew deserved this gift the least, as he knew people better who would use this gift for greater use than he would in honesty. However, learning of this meant that the secret would soon be discovered if he told the right sources and soon everyone would be able to live forever.

Pointing to the prince, the orc smiled a sad smile. "My prince, it honors me that you wish to have me on your journey to hunt the gift of immortality. However, I will be taking my leave for my own reasons and I wish that you do not bear any ill-will that I will take my leave. I bid you all good luck in you adventure but I'll be taking my own." He said taking his axe and lifting himself up with it he began to take his leave from the room.

Walking on a trail of certainty, Maxwell followed the path that he was taking without a doubt. He was using his ability of Far-Sight to see above him as he walked, it was confusing of moving your own body while still being in your own perspective but after years of practice it was perhaps second nature. He was able to view everything from above and if he needed he could simply lower down to suit the situation. However so far, he could see the waves of the sea clashing on the rock side of the cliff, as the misty sea hid whatever else was beyond the salty fog. His destination was the Tower which its location was revealed by the previous Great Mage Primus to his people. The area the tower was build around was breath-taking and secluded from everything else, sticking out like a sore-thumb but only to those who dared travel this far out into nowhere.

His ability to use Far-sight was as if it was second to his nature, and this was thanks to him being a Miraluka, a creature who possessed ability to manipulate the world and see without limits if they invested their lives. Clairvoyance was integrated with their lives, and Maxwell had only trained in the art ever since he was young, having much experience in Far-Sight but in Mysticism itself he lacked severely in all other areas. But he didn't mind as he was more of a scholar preferring to specialize in one thing, and use that single thing to experience everything else all in due time.

Soon his journey was at a end as, he saw a servant waiting for him in the distance at the base of the tower, despite him still coming out of the forest. It was like the servant was notified and expected Max to see the servant in advance, the cheeky thing even smiled when he discovered he was correct. This tower, was always an interesting that his people always wished to study it more as the true nature of the living tower was not easy to hide from their magical piercing sight. Able to study the tower just by looking at it move its magical energy around, they knew that the tower was a living being more powerful than their ever-burning star before it was lost.

He dreaded coming back to this tower alone for many reasons, as he was not a powerful Race known for their pride for their magical arts, he came here as a creature misplaced in time and left with side-effects. It was also apparent that a new mage owned the tower, and the previous relationship his people had with the Great Mage no longer mattered as this Prince was now the one who was in charge of things. But even besides that he came here for another reason; to find out what happened to his kingdom and on the side, was silently hoping the tower would relieve his addiction of mana.

Looking to the servant with his mind, his bandage covered eyes and head was merely was always facing forward with melancholy, despite not using it to look. It was simply to put people at ease, as having a head always limp on a body was not a nice sight to see but his sad look on his face was evident and it was rare for him to smile. The servant, looked at him with a strange look before finally saying something. "Come this way, the meeting has already started. Your room is already set up and you should find it quite easily. I trust you can find your way?" The servant said before quickly leaving Maxwell without a chance to even answer.

Annoyed at the behavior of the servant, he sighed as he simply watched the tower shift itself and silently just kept walking knowing the tower well-enough that it would guide him to the prince. His hypothesis was correct, as he was soon presented in a room full of other people which was surprising. The tower never got much visitors besides his race in the past but who where these people and what did the new Great Mage want? His presence went mostly unnoticed as he listened to the other people agree on most likely the prince's idea for the search of eternal life. A idea his people heard before, researched hard on, but never succeeded in finding it and now this prince was bringing this idea back up? The previous Great Mage was never like this, and deciding to speak up with his amount of magical knowledge of his people he announced his presence.

"I believe you are the new Mage who owns this tower after Primus? If I may inquire who are these people and what are they doing here for your little 'quest' for seeking immortality? The various recorded ways of achieving eternal life have always had devastating causes or the use of immense powers from creatures beyond us! I trust you have an explanation of Primus' work that allows us to achieve this or do you have no explanation to give to us?" He said hot-headily not use to the new-ways of the Prince and how he was inviting more people into the sacred space that his people and the previous great mage had worked so hard for in blood and sweat. In honesty he meant for no real insult but for now anger clouded his judgement as he looked at everyone in the room.