Difficult Situation

In a pitch-black alley, the man gripped a gemstone cane and hurried forward, his brow furrowed and his face heavy with gravity.

Though he forced himself to remain calm in accordance with his family teachings, his footsteps were inevitably somewhat disordered.

Yet even as he moved, his bearing still revealed the poise of an aristocratic family and an elegance ingrained deep within his bones.

The concealed barrier around him spread open, hiding his figure within the darkness. Every so often, he looked up at the sky, his azure eyes betraying a helpless panic.

A colossal, intricate magic circle hung in the sky, every line and every rune, without...