Night.
Lumina was evidently the place least affected by this wave of unrest. They had almost completely shut themselves off, and those who had stubbornly chosen a side had long since been expelled. As for those who remained, no matter how intense their feelings were, they could not openly start conflicts. Everyone in Lumina was equal.
In the headmaster's office, Vermillion stood beside the large window, gazing outside. The Academy was draped in the silver hue of moonlight, yet because of the tension beyond its walls, it had lost its usual liveliness. Factions were forming more and more frequently; if not for the elders maintaining order, it might have already descended into chaos no less severe than the turmoil outside.
At that moment, a wisp of black smoke suddenly gathered behind him. With the abilities of an Undead mage, Silvanus could move almost anywhere at will, vanishing freely before those weaker than him.
