Amberine stared at the goblin, her breath catching in her throat. The low growl reverberated through the room, a chilling reminder of the danger that had been unleashed. She glanced around at the destruction caused by the ritual—the broken furniture, the crumbling walls, and the unconscious student lying near the collapsed magic circle. They were in deep trouble.
"Ifrit," Amberine whispered urgently, her voice shaky as she felt the small, fiery familiar stir within her robe. "What the hell is going on?"
Ifrit growled softly, clearly agitated. "You humans always meddle with things you don't understand," he muttered, his voice a low rasp. "That idiot student just ripped a hole between the dimensions, and now we've got goblins crawling in. It seems like the university's magic tower has turned into an endless dungeon."
