Two days after the expedition.
The club room was the same, but the atmosphere was more tense as everyone was seated with a serious look.
Reinhard was staring at Sirin, and the notes spread out in front of her. She was sorting through observations, talking about the magical residue patterns they'd detected in certain sections of the ruins.
And how those patterns matched historical records of things similar to void distortions from centuries ago.
Alice perched on the edge of the table, her legs swinging, which Sirin had looked at once and decided not to address today, given the circumstances. Alice would chime in whenever Sirin mentioned something that connected to other ruins they'd explored before.
"The Hollow Streets remind me of that collapsed temple we investigated last semester." Alice said while gesturing with both hands. "The one where the walls kept shifting positions whenever we looked away from them for too long."
