The world hummed its catastrophe. A massive magic circle that hovered in the sky shone dangerously, whispering the end of the time.
Waves of gasp spread throughout the place, and students who stayed in class tensed their bodies to see up.
Their expression hardened.
The ground rumbled, hoping that the sky's wrath didn't land on them.
In the training field, Silvia and Allen, who intercepted the seniors, gazed up and gulped their saliva.
"Jin?". Silvia's voice was weak, brittle like thin ice.
She saw Jin slowly leave the ground and stand straight in the skies—his aloof expression coupled with indifferent gaze, looking down upon the land and mortals.
Her body shivered by the cold breeze that swept away the heat in the air.
From behind, Silvia, Iris, and Lucya approached her side and stood next to each other, seeing the boy they recognized had gone wild.
"Silvia, are you okay?". Iris touched Silvia's shoulder, shaking it slightly.
