In the Wizard Territory, overlaid by a translucent protective shield.
Colin stood with a group of wizard apprentices on a sloping hill near the base of a mountain, overlooking Blackstone City.
It was still night, with overcast clouds filling the sky, devoid of stars or moon, reminiscent of pure black satin.
In contrast, in Blackstone City, gray buildings were scattered, twinkling with lights that, against the pitch-black earth, resembled fallen stars.
A river of stars fallen to the ground…
Reflected in Colin's pale blue, deep eyes.
"I wonder how many people will die again…" someone muttered beside him.
Colin startled and turned his head to look.
The speaker was a brown-haired male wizard with a gentle, ordinary appearance, currently lost in contemplation of Blackstone City.
Colin averted his gaze.
The spot where he stood was not far from where he used to reside in the Basic Level apprentice dormitory in the Wizard Territory…
