Ten people, including Vizet and Serena Pendragon, appeared in a desolate stretch of wilderness in the Normandy Region.
Their target was simply too obvious. They did not even need to conduct a magical search to find the Isaiah Society's hiding place—the Mansion Ruins right before their eyes.
The entire building looked as though it had been violently torn open from within. Its former outline had been reduced to broken walls and shattered ruins, collapsed bricks and stones piled up like small hills, like black tombstones stabbing into the sky.
Several spider-web-like cracks had appeared in the ground, and the terrain sank unnaturally toward the center, forming a hideous pit.
Black smoke and dust still drifted over the ruins, proof that this place had not been abandoned for long, but had just undergone some kind of change of circumstances.
Serena Pendragon looked at the scene before her, a gloating smile on her face.
She could not help giving a soft snort. "Just look at this miserable state. Wonderful! I hope every last one of them met with disaster!"
Vizet raised his wand toward the mansion, and Silver-Blue Light surged out like a tide, pouring into the Mansion Ruins.
Sebastian Sallow asked, "Vizet, they should all have left already, right?"
"That's right!" Vizet withdrew his wand and nodded. "The Ritual Magic Array should be at the very bottom. Let's go down and take a look!"
After they officially entered the Mansion Ruins, Serena Pendragon said to her companions, "Dean, Zambesi, follow the old rules... and be careful!"
"The old rules?" Vizet blinked. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Ahem, ahem..." Serena Pendragon gave an awkward laugh. "Well, this matter... isn't really something you can help with..."
Sebastian Sallow teased, "We're all so familiar with each other. Why are you suddenly putting