Star Observation Tower.
It was an observation outpost stationed by the Alliance in fringe worlds like Perrin World. It was generally used to anchor a world's coordinates, monitor evil entities, and guard certain important Magic Nodes. By regulation, the wizards on duty were a standard five-person hunting team, with at least one Archwizard-level combatant among them.
Most of the time, the wizards in the tower had nothing to do, drawing generous hazard pay and travel allowances while immersing themselves in their respective magical experiments. A small part of the time, the wizards in the tower held funerals for their companions.
To put it more plainly.
This job was usually boring as hell, with the occasional rush of arranging funerals.
Like today.
It was time for a funeral.
Crack!
The "Star Eye" suspended above the Star Observation Tower made an ominous sound. Threads of seven-colored light hung from its ancient bronze eye socket. That eye, normally majestic and unfathomable, now looked like a lump of melted rainbow candy. Anyone who saw it could not help but think of the words "chaos" and "at a loss."
"Captain, I think we're going to die."
Clutching her spellbook in hand, Avril raised her head and watched the intermittent strands of seven-colored light falling from the sky. Her voice carried a hint of exhaustion. "Ah, this is terrible... I still haven't returned that copy of Human, Ghost, Spirit, Beast, Livestock: Transformations into Monsters that I borrowed from Sanyou Bookstore."
Morris, captain of the Green Hunting Team, lowered his head and gripped a Quill Pen, diligently transcribing "Stone Firmament" into his spellbook. It was the most reliable Guardian Magic he could think of.
Because even now, he could not figure out whether that twisted, worm-like thing above them was a monster, a natural disaster, a natural