Everyone in the Academy was confused, they watched as the crimson mist slowly fell down, unable to do anything to it. For some reason, the soldiers at the gate along with the communication devices that connected the gate to the main stream system of the Academy were also unreachable.
Something was definitely wrong.
A man with a silver hair packed into a ponytail behind, and a full grey beard stared at the wall with a dark expression on his face, his black eyes darkening like veils of clouds gathering for a heavy downpour.
He wore a simple, suit-like attire with a white, high necked cloak fluttering behind his back.
Two more instructors came to his side and bowed.
"Head Instructor, we have confirmed that no one is currently at the wall."
The Head instructor frowned.
"What? Why?"
The other one of the instructors responded, his tone was sharp and witty.
"The last feed was that of a scream, we think they might have been attacked."
"Attacked? By what?"
