The sky was exceptionally clear.
Only a few clouds lingered, brought together by the spell of the on-duty wizard from the Astronomical Observatory. The clouds sometimes morphed into sheep, sometimes into rabbits, or even twisted into the logos of some high-paying businesses. They hung there in the endless, pure blue sky, drifting lazily.
On the Hunting Grounds, dozens of official team flags snapped in the breeze, with the banners of the four academies and the first university billowing even higher.
The vast center of the Hunting Grounds was for the hunting teams and the demons. However, this area was currently obscured by thick, grey mist. There was no sight of any team, no sight of the demons, not even any personnel could be seen.
All that could be seen were clusters of rolling mist, condensing into various shapes of strange beasts, roaming and fighting amongst themselves.
