The world twisted in a flash of red light, and the group was pulled out of the dungeon and spat back into the academy's open battlegrounds.
Warm sunlight washed over them, a jarring contrast to the blood-soaked cold they'd just walked through.
There, on a reclining chair set dead-center like he owned the entire field, sat Professor Otto.
Strangely... he was wearing sunglasses, along with a loose shirt... not to mention that he was drinking some kind of cocktail with a tiny umbrella on it.
He also had his leg crossed as he basked in sunlight like an overworked vacationer.
He turned his head lazily when the group materialized.
"Oh? You guys are already done?" he asked, eyebrows rising. For a moment, it looked like he was genuinely impressed…
…but the moment his gaze slid across the full group, his expression shifted back to something more neutral, almost bored.
Then his eyes landed on Gray.
And Otto froze.
'...What is this pressure...?'
