"Meteorite..." Serena Pendragon's expression turned subtle as a buried memory stirred awake. "Could that incident in Siberia back then... not have been an accident?"
Vizet immediately caught the key point. "They attacked you with meteorites too?"
"I think that might be the case?" Serena Pendragon recalled. "About seventy or eighty years ago... Omi and I went to Siberia and destroyed one of their Ritual Magic Arrays."
"The main thing was that we were too young back then! We still lacked combat experience. By the time we got there, they had already slaughtered every Muggle in the village and set up a Ritual Magic..."
"I heard about what happened afterward from Anne. Over by the Tunguska River... there was an earth-shattering explosion. They said it was caused by a meteorite impact."
"Looking at it now..." A belated chill entered her voice. "Although we destroyed the Ritual Magic Array, their Ritual Magic Array... may still have partially succeeded in the end."
"If we hadn't run into something like this again, and if you hadn't mentioned that something similar happened in New York, I wouldn't have connected these incidents and realized they..."
She did not finish. Instead, she abruptly turned her head and looked once more toward the distant horizon.
After being guided by the Isaiah Society's Ritual Magic, the moon would produce an extremely strange attraction whenever an abnormality occurred.
Aside from Vizet, everyone would be drawn in by the moon's abnormality.
Vizet realized something and looked as well at the silver sphere hovering in front of him. It was the embodiment of Draco's memory—in other words, the scene Draco was seeing at that very moment.
That moon, like an eyeball, seemed shrouded in a blood-red mist. Like an eye suddenly blinking, the blood-red rapidly contracted and condensed, turning into a drop