From MC'S Perspective:
A week later,
Morning sunlight filtered into the dean's office, illuminating the stacks of reports he was engrossed in. A large blue screen displayed various pieces of information, serving as a digital assistant.
Suddenly, a sharp beep cut through the quiet. A call from an anonymous number appeared on the screen. Intrigued, the old man answered.
"Is this the Dean of Yellow River Academy?" a woman's voice inquired.
"Yes, this is the dean," he replied.
"Hello, I'm Diana Walter, a ssenger from the Mage Union," the woman introduced herself. "I've been contacting academies in the region to inform them about the next opportunity for Wizard Heart Competition winners. Your academy is next on my list. I'll be there in a few hours to discuss this opportunity in detail with you and your winners."
The dean's eyes widened in disbelief. "I look forward to your visit, esteed guest," he replied, still processing the unexpected news.
The call ended, leaving the old man stunned. He had just spoken to a representative from the prestigious Mage Union.
anwhile, I stepped into the library. My routine was unchanged from yesterday—delving deeper into ancient sites. Before I could begin my research, my communication watch buzzed to life. The dean's number flashed on the screen.
I quickly exited the library to find a quiet spot and answered the call. Assuming the dean wanted an update on my whereabouts, I prepared my response. However, his words took by surprise.
"Vincent, where are you?" he inquired.
"I'm in the library, Dean," I replied.
"Good. Leave the building. I'll send Gilbert for you," he said abruptly, ending the call without further explanation.
Confusion washed over . His voice held an unusual excitent. Sothing significant must have happened. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I headed for the library exit.
I exited the library and made my way towards the building's exit. Fellow wizard students were scattered about, their quiet activities undisturbed by my presence. Even those who recognized kept their distance. As I stepped outside, I noticed soone watching – Senior Gilbert.
"The dean wants to talk to you," he said with a grin. "Any idea why?"
Shock registered on my face. "No," I replied honestly. My mind raced, trying to recall any recent mishaps. Since returning, I'd spent countless hours in the library. Confusion clouded my thoughts.
Gilbert noticed my perplexed expression. "Well, let's get this over with," he said, grabbing my shoulder and lifting us into the air. We soared towards the dean's tower.
Shortly after, we arrived at the top floor of the white tower. As we landed, I turned to Gilbert. "You know I can fly, right?"
"Special permission is required to access this area," he replied. "Trespassers are dealt with harshly."
I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll wait outside until you're finished," Gilbert said. It was clear he suspected the eting was about .
I nodded again and stepped inside. The door slid open automatically, revealing a spacious, minimalist room. The dean sat behind his desk, his gaze eting mine as I entered.
"Vincent, sit," the dean said, his face beaming with excitent. Intrigued, I took a seat across from him. I scanned his expression, searching for clues. The dean was a busy man; this couldn't be a casual eting.
"Your wait is over, Vincent," he announced. "Soone from the Mage Union will be here in a few hours."
Surprise and anticipation surged through . "Is this about the Wizard Heart Competition?" I asked.
"Yes, it's about the next opportunity for the winners. Unfortunately, the level-6 Wizard winner is on a mission, but I'll inform that person later," the dean explained.
A weight lifted from my shoulders. This week had been a ntal grind, and I was starting to feel trapped within the academy's walls. Now, there was hope.
Curiosity gnawed at . What could this opportunity be? If it was a treasure, I hoped for sothing useful. But why would soone travel to deliver it personally? Perhaps this opportunity was sothing entirely different.
I asked, "Dean, do you have any idea what this opportunity is about?"
The dean wasn't surprised by my question. He was curious too, but decided to share what he knew.
"The Mage Union is a holy place for wizards. Think of it as the most powerful organization in the world. Its mbers are said to have traveled far and wide, amassing knowledge of various magics and ditation techniques."
"So of their renowned mbers have even created modern ditation thods for specialized magics."
"There are rumors that so powerful mbers have visited nearby stars, but this information is classified. What we do know is that the Mage Union is the ultimate goal for all wizards."
"Soone from this prestigious organization is coming to see you. Make sure you make the most of this opportunity," the dean said with reverence.
I was both surprised and deeply shocked. I had heard whispers about the Mage Union, but this was the first ti I'd learned about its true power. A look of longing appeared in my eyes.
...
A few hours later, a colossal, hexagonal white aircraft descended upon the capital city. Its design was unlike any seen before, dwarfing the city's familiar airships in both size and scale. The aircraft's shadow cast a vast expanse over half the city, inducing widespread fear and panic among the populace.
Even the city guards, accustod to handling various situations, were dumbfounded. They instinctively recognized this as sothing extraordinary, a force beyond their comprehension. The possibility of confrontation seed futile.
Wizards from different organizations stationed in the city imdiately relayed the news to their respective headquarters. The Royal Force Hall, Weapon Palace Academy, and Yellow River Academy all dispatched ssages to their upper echelons.
Inside the massive white aircraft, a woman dressed in white issued a command to the crew. "Head to Yellow River Academy," she declared. With astonishing speed, the hexagonal behemoth turned and vanished from sight, leaving a stunned city in its wake as it embarked on its journey.
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