"Wait... something's not right!"
Alan wasn't so intoxicated by joy that he lost his vigilance.
As his excitement faded, he suddenly realized—Sirius Academy was unnervingly silent today.
Not only was there no sound of Francis wailing from the training grounds, but even the birdsong and insect chirps that usually filled the air had completely vanished.
It was as if, in the blink of an eye, Sirius Academy had been turned into a dead zone.
With Elder Gayle, a Legendary Magus, sitting at the heart of the Academy, even if Lioncrest Academy truly launched a full-scale invasion, it wouldn't end up like this.
That left only one explanation:
He had been drawn into an illusion—
a powerful illusion magic crafted by a magus.
This illusion made him think he had safely returned to the Academy, but in reality, he had never arrived at all.
"Parlor tricks..." Alan narrowed his eyes and shouted into the empty air,
"Is this supposed to be impressive?
