When they arrived at the courtyard, the magical fluctuations from the array had intensified, and the air around them seemed to warp and distort. Dean Bruce kept a watchful eye on the array, his hand instinctively gripping his magical tool.
"Headmaster, could this be related to the events in Ghostly Valley?" Dean Bruce asked.
The headmaster paused for a moment in thought. "It's possible. Someone may have intentionally set this up."
At that moment, a beam of light shot up from the magical array, soaring into the sky. The light slowly began to coalesce into a hazy figure. Both Dean Bruce and the headmaster tensed, preparing for any possible attacks.
The figure gradually became clearer, revealing what appeared to be a young magician. However, there was something in his eyes—an ancient, weary presence.
"Good day. Sorry to interrupt," the young magician said, smiling, but his grin had a chilling quality to it.