Academy Head Olivia noticed that the light was not fading naturally. Instead, something seemed to be devouring it.
At the same time, she felt a faint trickle of magic power draining from her body. It was slight, but unmistakably there.
She was a Grand Mage, after all. How could she possibly fail to hold on to the magic power within her own body?
Nothing here made any sense anymore.
"And..."
Olivia glanced at the phantom enemies around her.
"Why did these things suddenly stop moving?"
The enemies that had been charging at her so fiercely had suddenly frozen in place, turning their gazes toward the sky.
Olivia felt a little disappointed to have lost her excuse to cut loose, but she soon found something else to amuse her.
She had also noticed something resembling fear flickering in their once-empty eyes.
They had shown no fear whatsoever when facing her, so what could possibly make them look like that?
Curious, Olivia followed their gazes upward and saw the scene in the sky.
A burning black sun hung overhead, its edges ringed by a dark red halo.
In front of that Black Sun, a figure clad in pitch-black armor floated silently, as though he and the sun were one.
Olivia paused. "No wonder that power felt a little familiar..."
Then she shook her head helplessly. "I didn't think he'd go this far this time."
Beside her, Luna also took off her crying-face mask, revealing her cool, beautiful face.
She looked up at the pitch-black figure in the sky, her brows drawing together slightly.
"That man is very strong... and he seems to be in the direction Greg went when he left. I have to kill him, or my disciple could be in danger."
As she spoke, she had already gathered her magic