Explosion

People streamed toward the center of the Academy. The Emergency Summons Order had put the entire Academy on edge, and that was only the Main Campus. The apprentice district beyond it was even more chaotic.

As Green walked, the Wizards around him greeted him, then hurried on with their heads down. The Emergency Summons Order had cast a shadow over them all. Everyone was wondering what had happened.

A familiar figure approached Green. It was Newt.

After some time to recover, Newt had shaken off his earlier excitement and regained the composure expected of a Wizard.

"Do you know what happened, Green?" Newt asked quietly as he drew near.

The Extreme School's Meditation Method favored no particular attribute, so its members were spread among Wizard Organizations of every kind. Its news traveled faster than that of most Schools.

On the East Coast, Schools built around the major Advanced Meditation Methods tended to gather in White Wizard or Dark Wizard Organizations according to their methods' attributes. Some extreme Schools consisted entirely of Black Wizards or White Wizards. A School like the Extreme School was the exception.

"No idea! Mentor Lilian is shut away making Potions, and I can't reach her. I haven't been in the School long enough to make contact with anyone else there."

Green shook his head. He knew nothing about what had happened.

"Come on. Let's get to the meeting hall first." Green brushed off his white robe and joined the crowd heading toward the center.

Newt asked no more questions and followed him, though worry clouded his face.

They soon reached the heart of the Academy. A huge Wizard Tower stood there, with a pale-red pillar of light piercing the clouds. Its glow carried a faint, oppressive weight that unsettled everyone who saw it.

Green narrowed his