The edge of the cliff that Raze was able to see had long gone out of his sight, and now it felt like he was endlessly falling down. How deep was he falling off the edge? Surely even if a Pagna warrior were to fall down here, they too would perish.
'Why would they have such a cliff in the academy? Do they want students to die? It seems like my experience here might end up being worse than at the mage's academy!'
Flashes of imagery appeared in Raze's mind. Surrounded in a large courtroom, surrounded by other mages. His own self standing on trial with cuffs around his wrists, then finally the image of Ibarin covered in fake tears, one of the five Grand Magus, and the current head of the Mage Academy.
'No, the situation back then was far worse than this, this I can handle.'
