A gloomy basement.
A group of mages in gray robes are busily working.
The dim candlelight highlights their masterpiece— a giant magic array.
Its complex and mysterious patterns glow with a dazzling red light, making ordinary people dizzy at first glance.
In the center of the magic array are two oddly shaped eyes. Though they are merely patterns on the ground, they seem alive, piercing the heart with their glaring light and emitting an intense, bloody smell.
The mages seem to be trying hard to avoid contact with the two eyes on the ground, as if something terrible would happen with just one glance.
Among the gray-robed mages, there is only one old man wearing a distinctive silver robe.
And if you are familiar with the Mage Council of Yevir, you would know there is only one mage who prefers wearing silver robes— Ernest, the chairman of the Mage Council.
On hearing footsteps from the stairway, Ernest quickly walked over.
