The black-haired young man sprinted down the gloomy, maze-like corridors. His running caused the robe of his school uniform to flutter in the wind, yet he was still able to face the group of enemies that appeared to block his path; he was not slowed down. He continued to sprint forward, and rushed down a nearby staircase. If he wanted to save his precious students, he had to keep going.
He managed to reach the ground floor safely, but the building’s layout forced him to take yet another detour before he could arrive at his destination. It was clear he had no time for that.
He pointed his finger at the wall ahead of him and fired one of his unique, original spells. It carved a large hole in the wall which served as a convenient detour, allowing him to make it in time. On the other side,
