Deep within the Eternal Night Graveyard, three figures hovered in the air in a triangular formation. They were the three great Stigmata sealing off the space.
The master of the Fear Stigma was a gaunt old man.
Most of his face was shrouded in gray-black mist, revealing only a pair of dead-fish eyes.
He rarely left the depths of the Eternal Night Graveyard. The last time he had acted was eighty years ago.
That time, an outsider Stigma Wizard had infiltrated the academy to steal information. He had joined forces with Shadow and Frost to capture the intruder within three moves.
The master of the Shadow Stigma was a slender woman whose outline could not be seen clearly.
She stood within the shadows, with no light able to reach her. Her face, body, and clothes were all wrapped in darkness, leaving only the vague shape of a person.
Her voice came from the shadows, hoarse and dry.
"The space is sealed. He can't run."
The master of the Frost Stigma was a tall man. His hair was white, his eyebrows were white, and even his eyelashes were white.
He wore a white robe, its hems crusted with frost.
His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and his eyes were fixed in Lynn's direction.
"He's merely a newly advanced Stigma. Was there really a need for all three of us to act? Those useless fools at the academy are getting more and more timid."
The gaunt old man said nothing.
They had received word from above and been dispatched in haste.
The academy had received a report claiming that a Wizard who had returned from X-882 might have been possessed by a native.
The report was very detailed. When that person had teleported from X-779, he had consumed more than twice