Inside the Headmistress's office.
After the incident was resolved, the injured students had been transferred to the infirmary.
The bodies of the dead were also handled quietly, but the weight of their loss lingered in the air.
Isabel sat behind her desk, her silver eyes fixed on the cube resting on the table before her.
Her gaze was cold, her expression unreadable.
The artifact glowed faintly, its runes inscribed in ancient patterns.
"No wonder," she muttered softly.
"Not a single professor could enter the dungeon. This is a Tier VI artifact. It can seize control of any dungeon from Rank F to Rank B… as long as the location coordinates are known."
She sighed, shaking her head.
"Even a Mystic Sovereign Rank like you could not force entry…"
Her eyes shifted to the man standing silently before her desk.
Arthur Thorne. Deputy Headmaster of Arcadia Academy. His black hair was streaked with silver, his dark-silver grey eyes contrasting with Isabel's crystal-silver ones.
