Dusk.
The crimson sun silently swept over the treetops of the forest, while the dense canopy appeared in varied shades of black against the backdrop of the evening sky.
Inside a treehouse in the forest.
Colin stood quietly, enjoying the magnificent view before him until night had completely fallen, then he turned and entered the house.
The impact of the Gardner incident was somewhat greater than Colin had anticipated.
Now it was the fourth evening, yet there appeared to be no sign of the Magic Towers reopening.
However, the Council had not declared the end of the Miracle Meeting, so all Wizards were quietly waiting in Pansai City.
Fortunately, it was already December, and the affairs on the Tilamei Plain were on the right track, requiring no urgent attention.
So Colin felt no irritation; it was like taking a vacation.
Buzz—
Back in the treehouse, Colin waved his hand gently, and the Bright Crystal on the wall of the library immediately cast a soft white light.
