For the first time since he had started wearing uniforms, Lith shapeshifted the Skinwalker armor into normal clothes even though he had no social event to attend to. With a beige overcoat, white shirt, and black pants, he looked like a small time noble.
'Too many people here know my face and I can't afford to be recognized.' He thought while nervously looking at the communication amulet in his breast pocket. 'I have no time to lose being polite and exchanging niceties. I expect the news of me becoming a Great Mage to spread like wildfire.'
The moment he stepped outside Derios's branch of the Mage Association, Lith took off toward Lutia. He was now powerful enough that a single Warp Steps allowed him to cross dozens of kilometers.
Six Warps and less than a minute later, he reached his home. He appeared in the sky and landed slowly to not scare his parents' farmhands. He had learned from experience that sharp tools and fear made people accident prone.
