"It's happening again. I don't know why."
Looking up with concern, the lead mages discussed the matter before deciding to make camp in this spacious underground hall and wait for rescue.
Along the way here, they had left behind special Secret Art markers. As long as any students came within a certain distance, their Pamir Identity Plates would automatically read the messages within the marks and emit a fluctuation alert.
This would allow them to gather as many of the surviving students as possible.
After the students led by Anvis had rejoined the group, the total number of gathered students had already exceeded ninety-three percent of the original total.
Moreover, all the students of the most distinguished status had gathered here. They only needed the Empire to dispatch Ninth Rank Experts for rescue, and they could swiftly lead all the students away.
Yet even now, he was still unable to contact the Academy's high-level officials outside.
What exactly had happened outside? Could even Ninth Rank His Eminences not shake the Ruins' protective barrier? Had the earlier tremors been caused by the His Eminences' attacks?
What should they do? While the lead mages were secretly worrying, the many students remained fairly optimistic.
Because they did not understand the situation very well, most students believed that, given their importance, the Empire would never abandon them. Rescue arriving was only a matter of time.
What they did not realize, however, was that it was precisely because they were so important that the other Two Great Empires had set their sights on them as well.
If things went badly, everyone, including the lead mages, would have the same chance of survival.
For a Ninth Rank Professional, one casual rule spell would be enough to teach everyone present what equality before all living beings truly