The ten of them, including Wizet and Selina Pendragon, appeared in a desolate stretch of countryside in Normandy.
The target was far too obvious. They did not even need magical detection to find the Isaiah Society's hideout—the ruined manor before them.
The entire building looked as though it had been violently torn apart from within. Its former shape had been reduced to broken walls and rubble, with collapsed bricks piled like small hills, like black tombstones thrusting into the sky.
Several spiderweb-like cracks split the ground, and the terrain had sunk unnaturally toward the center, forming a savage-looking crater.
Black smoke and dust still drifted over the ruins, indicating that this place had not been abandoned for long, but had only just undergone some kind of upheaval.
Selina Pendragon stared at the scene before her with a gleeful smile on her face.
She could not help huffing. "Just look at this utterly miserable state. This is wonderful! I hope every last one of them met with disaster!"
Wizet raised his wand toward the manor, and silver-blue light surged out like a tidal wave, flooding into the manor ruins.
Sebastian Saru asked, "Wizet, they should all have left already, right?"
"That's right!" Wizet lowered his wand and nodded. "That Ritual Magic array should be at the very bottom. Let's head down and take a look!"
As they formally entered the manor ruins, Selina Pendragon said to her companions, "Dean, Zabini, follow the usual routine... Watch yourselves!"
"The usual routine?" Wizet blinked. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Ahem, ahem..." Selina Pendragon gave an awkward laugh. "Well... this isn't exactly something you can help with..."
Sebastian Saru teased, "We're already this familiar. Why are you suddenly putting on airs?"
He turned to explain to Wizet, "It's nothing much, really. Just standard