"Meteorites..." Selina Pendragon's expression shifted subtly as a long-buried memory stirred. "Could what happened in Siberia back then... not have been an accident?"
Wizet immediately caught the crucial point. "They attacked you with meteorites too?"
"I suppose they might have?" Selina Pendragon recalled. "It was about seventy or eighty years ago... Omi and I went to Siberia and destroyed one of their Ritual Magic Arrays."
"The main problem was that we were too young! We still lacked combat experience. By the time we arrived, they had already slaughtered all the Muggles in the village and set up a Ritual Magic rite..."
"I heard about it from Anne afterward. There was an earth-shattering explosion... on the banks of the Tunguska River. Supposedly, a meteorite impact caused it."
"Looking back now..." A belated chill crept into her voice. "Although we destroyed the Ritual Magic Array, I'm afraid their array... still partially succeeded in the end."
"If this hadn't happened again, and you hadn't mentioned something similar happening in New York, I would never have connected these incidents and realized they..."
Before she could finish, she whipped her head around and looked toward the distant horizon again.
Under the guidance of the Isaiah Society's Ritual Magic, any abnormal change in the moon would produce an exceedingly strange attraction.
Everyone except Wizet was drawn to the moon's abnormality.
Realizing something, Wizet also looked at the silver sphere floating before him. It was a manifestation of Draco's memories, showing exactly what Draco was seeing at that moment.
The eyeball-like moon seemed shrouded in blood-red mist. As though the eye had suddenly blinked, the crimson rapidly contracted and condensed into a drop of bloody tears that seemed to fall from it.
The next moment, the moon vanished from everyone's sight, along with the rain clouds that