As the young wizards in the examination halls of the teaching building sat in unease, outside the academy, beneath that blazing red light, the faculty members of the First University who had rushed to the scene looked equally grim.
Not far from the Silent River, in a certain area at the edge of the Silent Forest, a massive pit appeared. The entire pit seemed like an overturned pyramid, with spiral passageways circling downwards. Amidst the soil and rubble, one could clearly see grayish-blue doors and collapsed experiment tables.
A crooked Return Soul Poplar sprawled its branches in all directions like a living creature, shrouded in a faint red glow. Countless intricate runes flowed across its trunk, just a glance gave a feeling of dizziness.
