A group of black-winged Mages that looked like giant crows flew across the air corridor below the tower.
Matthew saw them suddenly tighten their arms, making them stick to their chests like fins. Then, the group of mages flew in the sky like fish swimming!
They only needed to shake their waists and legs slightly, and the flying formation formed by everyone could advance smoothly like a torpedo.
Matthew couldn't even feel any magic fluctuations from it!
That group of black-winged mages should be practising some sort of collective flying spell.
In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from Matthew's sight.
A clear and loud bell rang from the direction of the castle's bell tower.
Very quickly.
A group of magic apprentices in uniform walked out of the crescent-shaped gate of the ancient building.
