"Dark . . . castle?"
"Yes." The professor said. "This is an artificial dungeon created by the professors by the spells made by Magierstadt itself from scratch."
"Uh-uhm, is this building a part of the academy?" Asked one of the students from the back.
"No," the professor answered. "This place existed in a different dimension. Think of it as the king's Nusquam, except this one, has an established building and can be considered as a living space."
The professor walked down to the stairs. Faustina couldn't believe what she had heard. Did Magierstadt just replicated one of the magic spells in the Opus . . . and had just revitalized it into a more powerful one? Faustina eyed the professor keenly, who had now stood before them with an intimidating aura Faustina couldn't explain. She carried an air around her that spoke of power and magnificence. Is this how mages are?
