Angel arrived at the end of the narrow corridor. Standing before the red-painted wooden door, he raised his hand.
Before he could knock, however, the door opened by itself.
A low, hoarse voice came from within. "Come in."
When Angel entered, Sanders was staring fixedly at the illusion before him. It displayed all manner of data and magic-energy formulas.
From time to time, Sanders reached out and tapped the air. As illusion nodes leaked from his fingertips, the illusion flowed and coiled around itself like iridescent light.
The data shifted rapidly, while long strings of magic-energy formulas were constantly revised.
Clearly, Sanders seemed to be calculating something.
To all wizards, data formulas had always been their most valuable wealth. Some wizards could even use a string of data, together with deductions from magic-energy formulas, to reverse-engineer another person's research. For that very reason, such information was highly private and not something to be probed into lightly.
Yet since Sanders did not avoid Angel and openly displayed it through an illusion, he clearly had no intention of keeping it to himself.
Curious, Angel looked over as well.
Since advancing to become an official wizard, Angel's computational ability had increased with each passing day. As he watched the calculations and expressions of the magic-energy formulas within the illusion, silently working through them in his mind, it did not take long for him to understand what Sanders was calculating.
—Analyzing the energy composition of the microscopic world.
If Wallace had been here and seen the subject of Sanders' research, his jaw would likely have dropped. Topics whose scholarly value outweighed their practical applications had always been favored by the academic school. Sanders, on the other hand, had always held the academic school in contempt.
Though the subject was academic in nature, Angel immediately