Though his face was pale and his breath short, Magister Griffith loudly spoke every word as he channeled the spells in his hands. Determination, understanding, and regret; a mix of emotions swirled in the magister's eyes.
"I should have listened to the young acolyte… It was indeed possible for the enemy to directly mass-teleport into the Magus Academy after all."
The man coughed up blood after those words left his mouth, yet despite that, he continued to speak as he locked eyes with the female grand magus.
"Your affinity with space allows you to control the artifact here in the Hall of Aspire, but you know that you also need the key," Magister Griffith momentarily paused. "The Headmaster's Staff… That mean, you must have had someone prepared at the closing ceremony to take it from Yvere."
