***
Minutes Earlier...
The Rite, or so this place was called.
A massive hall typically reserved for Academy staff alone.
Now, it had been transformed into an assembly hall, packed with many outsiders present, who stood as reporters in this stratum.
They disguised themselves as Academy staff, and they weren't the only ones.
Dante didn't reveal his true appearance, or at least not the one Ignotus knew him to have.
Instead, Dante masqueraded as an old man, playing the part of a frail mortal burdened by time.
The two weren't only outing the mole now but had made it so that now was the time for his address as well.
Above Dante was a towering banner of the three chains, and above it was a new phrase:
{We'll Never Forget.}
It was written in black, reflecting the somber mood that was today.
Though it ended swiftly, as expected from one of the most secure places in the stratum, the Academy had been shaken by the attack.
