"This is a bit unexpected… even though I was so sure I played it out really well," Dorothy said with a soft chuckle, her voice tinged with irony.
We sat together underneath the ruins of the clock tower, debris scattered around us.
The tower's once-grand structure was now barely holding together, and through the shattered roof, we could see the skies above.
The dark veil that had once covered the entire district was now nearly gone, and in its place, the sky was painted with the soft hues of dawn.
However, it wasn't just the morning light that filled the air—multiple powerful mana signatures could be felt all around, looming on the horizon.
The principal and other high-ranking officials were probably inside the district by now, scouring the area, trying to make sense of the devastation.
But up here, in the ruins of this forgotten place, we remained hidden—at least for now.
