Despite the strong night wind blowing and undoubtedly the temperature dropping, it didn't prompt you to change your current sitting position on the dormitory balcony, gazing at the dark sky adorned with beautiful shining stars. Your mouth drew in forcefully from a lit white stick—the cigarette now back between your slender fingers, and the smoke escaping through your lips.

Smoking was merely your coping mechanism, you did it only when you felt truly at the peak of depression caused by many things—your parents, life at your academy, and others. The dormitory now seemed quiet and tranquil, with you being the only male student still awake. So, you took this opportunity to at least finish a few cigarettes tonight.

Your hair followed the wind's gentle strokes against your face, and you enjoyed it all. You drew in the smoke forcefully from the cigarette in your mouth, feeling the nicotine mixed inside your body—then you blew out the smoke. You repeated this several times, until three cigarettes were finished because of you.

As time passed, you felt the wind blowing stronger, causing your current Adler robe that you wear also be blown by the wind. Your eyes blinked quickly, your fingers took a cigarette still in your mouth. You realized, this was no ordinary wind. This wind was mixed with some grains of sand that you were sure was magic.

Your gaze shifted, diverting attention and looking around. You were surprised that the sand was blowing and wrapping around your body earlier transformed more and more into a merging—displaying a human figure with its flat face, looking at you.

“Running away from the dorm, alone, without friends. So sad, if you ask me. Do you intend to spend your last breath with that thing?” His baritone voice sounded slowly, full of sarcasm, his eyes clearly showing an annoyed and disgusted look at a white stick in your mouth. Orter Mádl has shown his presence here, a Divine Visionary known for his cold and firm demeanor.