"So, the path to Oscuro has opened, hmm?... When did it open? .... two days ago...And you are telling me now?....You don't know..." a contemplative expression graced the face of Marisa Ryat, the red-haired woman who held the position of principal. She paced restlessly around her private chamber, whispering to herself in a tone filled with intrigue and frustration. Her eyes, concealed behind the lenses of her spectacles, intensified with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Lost in her ruminations, the room's atmosphere shifted, causing the surroundings to twist and blur. In the midst of this ethereal transformation, a figure materialized before her, clad in crimson armor. With a humble bow, the man knelt on one knee and spoke with remorse in his voice.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty, for I have failed you," he confessed, his words laced with regret.
