At the Miracle School headquarters, an immense energy barrier spread like a vault of heaven, enveloping everything within a ten-kilometer radius.
Beneath this barrier-formed sky, wizards belonging to the Miracle School hurried constantly to and fro. Most were coordinating logistics, while others used their own connections to probe for intelligence.
A war like this civil war, one born purely of interests and untainted by any clash of ideals, was bound to produce a considerable number of fence-sitters.
These wizards had consciences. They would serve their own school, yet they could also change their minds because of a friend's words. Compared to those pure opportunists who had started the war, these wizards were not only sources of intelligence, but targets who could be won over.
"Master, the situation at the Academies under the school is very grim."
At the center of the energy dome, Old Abel listened to his subordinate's report without the slightest change in expression.
He asked calmly, "The escape passages built by each academy—I remember they were all completed, correct?"
"Yes, Master. But if we lose the Academies' protection, our wizards will likely find survival even harder. The Alchemy School and the Shaping School have already joined forces. Airships searching for Miracle Wizards are everywhere across the Wizard World.
"Moreover, there are rumors that trouble has broken out in the Demi-human Wizard World as well.
"On the front lines, many wizards have applied for reassignment to the rear, hoping to join this battlefield."
"What did the Legal Department say?" Old Abel asked again.
"The Legal Department's answer remains the same as before. It belongs to the Truth Council, not to any school. It is impossible to expect them to intervene directly in the war."
Hearing this, Old Abel fell silent for a moment. After a while, he said