Angor frowned again when the howling of souls persisted around his ears for two minutes. It did not seem to affect him in any way, but no one would be happy to hear such an eerie noise in his house for such a long time.
"What's going on? Did I fail?"
Just as he thought about the possibilities, the dark cloud in the sky quickly died off and became a black tornado. The shadows danced and swirled within. In the end, the "tornado" dropped down and disappeared into a small yard at a remote location of the apprentice town.
All apprentices who observed the situation saw it happening. The stand-out yard quickly drew their attention.
"Was it not an alchemy omen? It didn't come from the cave in the woods? So Master Prome isn't behind this?" Those who knew alchemy knowledge asked a question.
