Angel Fall

After leaving Aleister Crowley's building, Zhang Qi finally stopped. Leaning against the cold alloy wall, he slowly slid down to the ground.

He lowered his head to look at his utterly bedraggled state and tugged at the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.

Then, the power known as Magnetic Field Rotation activated—

An invisible force spread out from him, faint electric arcs dancing across the surface of his body.

Both his tattered clothes and the wounds on his body rapidly healed beneath that power.

But the recovery of his body could not soothe the turmoil in his heart.

There was no doubt about it. Aleister Crowley had thoroughly played him.

From the moment he stepped into that windowless building, every step he took had been part of the other man's script.

The feeling of being toyed with in someone else's palm left him deeply irritated.

But it was not as though he had gained nothing.

First, he had confirmed Aleister Crowley's true identity: the renowned historical magician and founder of the Golden Dawn magical cabal.

This man had faked his death to leave the world of magic, then created Academy City in order to destroy the foundations of the magical world—the phases and the Magic Gods—and correct this world's errors.

And the means of achieving that grand goal seemed to be closely tied to the "phases" formed by the AIM Diffusion Field.

"Wherever one walks, traces are always left behind—"

Zhang Qi murmured, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.

No matter how secretive Aleister Crowley's plan was, it would inevitably have left clues behind in the city he had built with his own hands.

As long as Zhang Qi followed the lead of the AIM field and dug deep enough, he would eventually find the key to breaking the