Professor Cyrus spoke up.
"If the seal is indeed loosening, we must act swiftly to reinforce it…" His tone conveys a sense of urgency.
Of course, he wasn't going to help with the seal as he was bad at it. Nevertheless, this was the best suggestion he could make.
Professor Gale chuckled softly, her amusement evident. "No need for such haste, Cyrus." She reassured.
"The seal's weakening is a natural occurrence, a sign that the Tower is ready to reveal its secrets to those deemed worthy."
Headmaster Jean, intrigued by Professor Gale's insights, inquired. "And how can we ensure the safety of our students and Vale Chambers within the Tower, Professor Gale? Should we be concerned about the potential dangers that he'll face?"
He asked while looking at her warily. The real reason why he was a bit helpless about this woman was because of the Mysterious Existence she was connected with.
Her Charms and other Spells could even affect him to a certain extent, especially if she requested some help from the Mysterious Existence that had fancied her.
Anyway, although this Mysterious Existence couldn't be compared to the one sealed inside the Tower, Headmaster Jean would still listen to Professor Gale's insight because of it.
ραndαsnοvεl.cοm A mischievous glimmer danced in Professor Gale's eyes as she responded.
"Rest assured, Headmaster Jean, the Tower has its own way of protecting those who possess the strength and wisdom to navigate its depths. Vale Chambers might have triggered something, and he should be more than capable of warding off any harm."
As the professors absorbed Professor Gale's words, a sense of relief washed over them.
While the loosening of the ancient seal presented a unique challenge, Professor Gale's confidence and understanding of the Tower's intricate workings offered a glimmer of hope.
Soon, six members of the Fourth Squad of the Order of the Untainted Sentinels arrived… They were all wearing a hooded cloak and a mask that covered half of their face.
"There's a problem with the seal? Who's inside the Tower now?" The captain of the squad asked in concern.
"It's Vale Chambers… He seemed to have triggered something. Anyway, let's wait for now. We can't help him since the Tower has completely closed its doors." Headmaster Jean said as he glanced at the Tower.
He only wanted Vale to get stronger inside the Tower through the help of the Evil Shadows. With those Evil Shadows, he believed that Vale would only take less than a week to discover that he could defeat them by using his Magic Zone as his weapon.
Once he discovers it, he will surely learn how to strengthen his Phantasm State.
With a stronger Phantasm State, his chances of winning in one of the toughest competitions against the other Academies would be a lot higher.
Headmaster Jean sighed as he realized that Vale was really an unpredictable fellow.
'You have to come out safely, Vale…'
***
"W-what going on?!" Inside the Tower, Vale felt like he was about to throw up.
The ambient darkness seemed to swirl and coalesce around him… Then, he felt his Incorruptible Body's Spell Model pulsating within him.
He also noticed that his body was starting to emit a strong aura of darkness! He felt similar to the Evil Creature he had faced before!
Then, with a blinding flash, Vale found himself transported to a floor vastly different from the one he had expected…
'Is this the Jail of Corruption? Or did I get sent to a different floor?' Vale thought to himself as he observed the place.
He found himself standing in a chamber suffused with an ethereal glow. The walls were adorned with ancient symbols and arcane sigils, pulsating with otherworldly energy.
At the center hallway was a mist that his Magic Zone couldn't pass through.
Confusion washed over Vale as he realized that he couldn't feel any force of Corruption within the chamber.
"Tsk… Why did this happen?" Vale muttered as he clicked his tongue in frustration.
At the very least, he could tell that the place was still filled with the essence of Dark Arts. He should still be inside the Dark Soul Tower since the air was heavy with the scent of death and lingering dark energy, hinting at the Dark Arts that were practiced within these walls.
"Ahh…"
Just then, he noticed that the dark aura emitted by his body seemed to like the floor itself as it continued growing out of his body and spreading everywhere.
'Is it my Incorruptible Body's fault?' Vale mused.
It appeared that the Tower, with its intricate mechanisms and hidden enchantments, had recognized his Incorruptible Body as a sign of his affinity with the realm of necromancy, leading him to this place.
Well, it was a wild guess, but he had no other clues besides what the Headmaster said.
'The ones who should enter here were students with Enduring Body…'
He obviously doesn't have it, but he at least possesses the Incorruptible Body, which should be a better version of this physique. It must be due to this that he encountered a problem.
Anyway, Vale decided to move forward and pass through the mist…
'Perhaps that's the Jail of Corruption?' He thought…
As he stepped foot into the "Jail of Corruption", a shiver ran down his spine.
The air felt heavy with an eerie presence, and the dimly lit corridor seemed to stretch endlessly before him.
Hu~
After taking a deep breath, he cautiously ventured forward, his senses heightened.
The walls of the corridor were adorned with faded murals depicting scenes of dark rituals and practices of necromancy.
Vale looked at them briefly but after a few seconds, he just passed through them as he can't appreciate art.
Well, the other reason is that the images seemed to come alive in the flickering torchlight, evoking a sense of both fascination and unease within him.
As he continued his exploration, he entered a vast chamber that revealed itself to be a library of ancient tomes and grimoires.
"This… Is this real?" Vale muttered to himself at the unexpected discovery.
The shelves towered above him, their once ornate carvings now worn and weathered but Vale could tell that they were still enchanted and protected by magic.
Suddenly, the scent of aged parchment and dust filled the air, adding to the mystique of the place.
Grimoires of various sizes and bindings lined the shelves, their titles written in archaic languages and symbols that hinted at the dark arts contained within.
'Ugh… They're not Oardic… What language is this?'
As Vale thought of this, he was momentarily frozen as he suddenly heard some footsteps approaching him from his back.
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