"What do you think happened here…?"
"Beats me…"
With a long, shared sigh, Professor Ferdinand and Dean Gale stood at the edge of the clearing, eyes sweeping across what used to be a section of forest — now reduced to a wasteland.
Ash.
Scorched soil.
Trees split in half, their trunks still smoking, Icy trails among the ground.
Craters large enough to swallow a carriage whole.
The entire area looked as if it had been torn apart by gods fighting — and maybe, in some sense, that wasn't far from the truth.
Ferdinand rubbed his temples. "When the principal said there was an anomaly in this sector, I didn't think this was what she meant."
Gale crossed his arms, the wind tugging at his coat as his gaze trailed along the twisted landscape.
"It's worse than that. The entire sector was sealed under a dimensional barrier. Whoever did this wasn't some rowdy student or random beast attack."
