Clicking his tongue, Flakey spun back around with a huff, blowing softly into his untouched coffee cup before raising a finger to his temple.
With a slight hum, his pupils dilated as he channeled mana into his perception, extending his senses outward—piercing through layers of sky, space, and energy to glimpse the source of the disturbance on the Main Island.
And then he saw it.
Floating ominously above the Aether Dormitory, a massive, radiant blue Magic Circle burned in the sky. But it wasn't the circle itself that made Flakey's eyes widen.
It was the mana signature.
He wasn't the only one who noticed it.
Across the rooftop, every teacher froze mid-conversation, their senses sharpening as they too felt it—like a familiar pressure descending over their minds.
"…That's Frederick's spell," one of them whispered.
Even the jokes died instantly.
A thin trail of smoke curled into the night sky as a calm, gravelly voice cut through the rooftop murmurs.
