My physics masters couldn't possibly be grand mages.

The other three were teleported to a circular platform above the gray pelican.

Eamon's knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips onto the platform, making a soft sound.

A white-haired mage quickly approached and lifted Amon's hand, but the movement was a bit rough, causing Amon to grunt softly.

"The bite wasn't deep; it didn't break any bones."

The mage spoke calmly, raising his hand and casting a soft white light over Amon's wound. At the same time, he took out a bottle of potion from his person and handed it to him.

"Drink it. If you don't get rid of the ghoul poison after being bitten, you'll end up like them this afternoon."

Amon's face turned pale, and he quickly took the potion and drank it all in one gulp.

He keenly caught a particular word in the magician's words.

"Ghouls?" His eyes widened. "Those things are ghouls?"

Are you questioning me?

"No," Eamon realized, "those things haven't appeared for centuries, have they?"

The magician didn't answer, but simply lowered his head to treat his injuries.

Eamon looked around.

Thirty or forty students had already gathered on the platform. Some were kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, their clothes torn in several places.

Some people were still in shock, their shoulders trembling, while others were pale-faced, staring blankly in a certain direction without saying a word.

The man with the scepter stood at the edge of the platform, one hand supporting himself on the railing, the other hand still trembling slightly.

Elena was a little better off than the other two, but not by much. Her red hair was a mess, and her clothes were torn on the left shoulder.

She sat down against the railing, hugging her knees with both hands. She didn't cry, but her eyes were red.

"Clyde, where's Sylvia?" Elena suddenly turned around and asked the man with the scepter.

Clyde realized what was happening and looked around.

"She didn't come out with us," Eamon said softly, but Clyde heard him.

He suddenly looked toward the center of the circular platform.

The group of proctors sat there, forming a semicircle.

Einstein sat in the central seat, with Tesla standing behind him. As Einstein's assistant, Tesla was not yet qualified to sit in those chairs.

To the surrounding mages, he was merely a third-tier mage, probably mistaken for Einstein's personal butler or assistant. However, Byrne kept glancing at Tesla out of the corner of his eye.

He did not tell Meredith about the existence of this "mysterious sixth order" because he himself felt that the guess was a bit far-fetched.

The magical world is inherently small, and magic needs to be built on a vast knowledge system, so how could there be so many unknown sixth-order archmages?

So he decided to observe further.

In front of them was a huge, semi-transparent monitoring screen.

Above are rows of square images, representing the students still inside the tunnel.

However, at this moment, a certain scene on the right is being magnified.

In the center of the screen, a silver-haired figure is crouching on the ground, desperately trying to pry open a monster's teeth that are tightly gripping the bow.

"It's Sylvia!" Elena jumped up and rushed over, almost falling over in the process.

On the screen, Sylvia gritted her teeth, her nails digging into the monster's teeth until her knuckles turned white.

Behind her, even more ghouls were pouring out of the darkness.

"What is she doing! Quick, fire the signal flare!" someone shouted.

"Her bow was bitten; it's the Silver Moon Bow, an ancient magical artifact of the Christian family. She couldn't have let it go," another student recognized the bow.

"Are you even willing to risk your life?"

"Sylvia!" Elena shouted, seemingly hoping that Sylvia would pull the signal flare as soon as possible. Looking at the monsters that kept pouring out, she could almost feel the despair.

Eamon clenched his fists tightly, somewhat regretting that he had withdrawn so early.

But in the next instant...

"boom!!"

A blinding white light burst from the area next to Sylvia, causing the light screen to be briefly overexposed for a moment.

Wait for the image to return to normal.

Like the silver-haired girl, they saw the black-haired, black-eyed youth.

"Who is that?"

"It seems to be... Professor Einstein's student?"

Eamon snapped out of his reverie; he'd heard Victor mention him, I think his name was—

-

"Char".

Char slowly walked up to Sylvia and stood beside her.

Sylvia realized what was happening. "Sylvia. Sylvia Christian."

Xia didn't reply; he hadn't seen her when he went to class. Someone like her probably started getting private lessons from famous professors as soon as she entered the school.

He didn't exchange many pleasantries with Sylvia, because the ghouls had already surged over again.

Char raised his hand, controlling the hydrogen-oxygen sphere to float above his fingers, and then he gently shook his wrist.

The hydrogen-oxygen sphere was then ejected.

"boom!"

A blue-white fireball exploded more than ten meters away, and the heat wave and shockwave spread in all directions.

The first few grayish-white ghouls were thrown into the air, their limbs and rubble flying everywhere, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

Sylvia instinctively took half a step back.

But Char didn't move.

The second sphere had already appeared on his finger.

His mental energy was abundant, and being a wind-attribute individual, he could easily manipulate air for acceleration. A distance of over ten meters required no significant throwing motion.

This time, he gently wiggled two fingers, and the ball flew over.

"boom!!"

Another short, fierce explosion rang out. Several ghouls were thrown into the air, one of which had a severed arm that spun and flew towards them, landing three steps in front of Xia.

The stronger ghoul let out a roar, urging more ghouls to charge at him.

It didn't move, seemingly wanting to exhaust its magic power first.

Char Aznable curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

Then, Sylvia and those on the platform who were watching all of this witnessed a sight they would never forget.

Char began to repeat the action he had just performed.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one...

His throwing motion was subtle, he didn't even change his stance, and the gentle sway of his right hand's fingers seemed to be conducting a concert without an audience—elegant yet terrifying...

The sound of explosions echoed back and forth in the mine chamber, forming a continuous rumble of thunder.

Countless limbs and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, a scene of purgatory.

His hair was blown about by the heat, and the hem of his magic robe fluttered behind him.

He didn't even blink; his gray-blue pupils reflected the distant, still-burning flames, as calm as if he were watching fireworks that had nothing to do with him.

Sylvia stood two steps behind him, her long silver hair whipped about by the shockwaves. Her fingers, gripping the Silver Moon Bow, trembled slightly.

The pupils reflecting the firelight held an expression of disbelief.