Several days later, during the day.
Outside the Dark Forest Gathering Place.
Wizard Tifeng was patrolling as part of his duties, preventing any dangerous Demonized Creatures from appearing nearby. Otherwise, they might intrude into the Gathering Place and harm the students, who possessed little strength.
After a quick patrol, having found no issues, Tifeng was ready to return to the Gathering Place to rest. Suddenly, he turned his head, noticing something, and his expression became solemn. His eyes fixed in one direction, one hand slowly reached inside his robe, drawing out a withered yellow Short Wand. He gripped it tightly in his hand as Mana in his Magic Origin began to surge, readying to attack at any moment.
Just then, in the direction Tifeng was staring, a figure floated from afar and stopped in front of him.
