In the dim corridors that were beyond the academy, they were pulsing faintly with mana conduits — twisting steams of energy that were keeping the barrier strong.
In a far away place, away from the training hall. It was deep within the sealed catacombs that was beneath the mountain, that's when a shadow started to shift.
There was a faint shimmer that was rippling through the darkness and the was a silhouette of a very tall figure that materialized.
His body was cloaked in black mist, and his face hidden behind a cracked obsidian mask, at the forehead of the mask was etched with the single of a single weeping eye.
The figure started to step into a faint glow of a crimson crystal.
The crystal started to pulse as it was connecting to something, or someone far away from here.
From that crystal, a distorted voice was muttering, the voice was low and it was layered with static.
