While an intense battle was brewing outside the Crafting School. Within a secluded cave on the northern peaks of Mt. Crimson.

Students were generally forbidden to enter this part of the schoolgrounds. At the current moment, one of the caves was filled with a warm-red light. Inside that cave was a room about twenty meters in circumference and had a stone altar half the height of a person installed in it. A miniature red sun floated above the altar and hummed with strange waves of energy.

Right beside this ball of light stood a single person. Zi Jin.

It hadn’t been long since the barrier had been activated, but Zi Jin could...