Farol, night.
The miserable and cold autumn wind rustled through the square, the dim twilight subsided at the end of the mountains, and the mosaic glass of the church turned from bright to dim, covered in a layer of lead-gray film.
With a flash of white light from the clouds, the dark clouds pressed down, and the rainy season in Farol was about to arrive.
The sky had already darkened, and today's exam had also reached its end.
In the cathedral corridor, clergy from various factions were hurrying, bearing stern expressions.
It had been forty minutes since room sixteen and room nineteen lost contact, and the Celestial Priests were attempting to restore surveillance over the `Dawn World`.
But no matter how they tried, the other end of the Magic Screen only flashed with the scarlet word 'error', that deep blood-red color as if overflowing through the screen.
The next second, fine cracks erupted from the Mithril Screen.