On the balcony of a guesthouse in town, an intricate, eerie six-pointed magic array had been carved into the floor.
Alice, who had not returned to New York as Shawn had instructed, knelt at the center of the magic array.
A sharp dagger hovered in front of her heart, as though it might plunge into her at any moment.
She gazed toward the summit of Mount Greylock and prayed devoutly.
"Grandfather said the Chief is the darling of this age. He'll be all right!"
Despite her words, her eyes were filled with worry. When she caught sight of the townspeople gathered nearby out of the corner of her eye, a trace of reluctance flashed through them.
Her grandfather had told her many things and taught her some secret arts unique to the Northern Europe Pure Land Society, so she had made some emergency preparations.
If the Chief proved unable to cope and fell into danger, she would choose an extreme method that went against her conscience to help him.
Suddenly, another, even more violent tremor came from the mountain, which had already been shaking with commotion.
As though mountains and rivers had been turned upside down, an ocean of blue-green water appeared above the summit of Mount Greylock. Surging waves crashed down relentlessly, while the typhoon-like hurricane from before rose to collide with that terrifying thunder pool.
The roaring crash of water shook the surrounding wilderness, deafeningly loud!
Alice knew that the second Legendary Wizard lying in wait for the Chief had made his move.
In her anxiety, she instinctively drove the dagger into her fair skin, and a trickle of blood immediately stained the front of her clothes.
Before she could plunge the dagger all the way into her heart and begin a certain ritual, a familiar voice sounded