There was no further communication between Weber and "Vanessa," or rather, the Source of Life, Erphine. The two walked silently within the crimson barrier enveloping Stevenson Academy of Magic, following some kind of unknown guidance.0

"Here we are. Are you ready?" Vanessa turned to look at the silent Weber Lanchester as they reached the center of the academy.0

"I'm ready. Keep your promise. Resurrection—everything I've tried only resulted in useless shells, but your existence gives me hope. As you said, when all the knowledge I possess tells me it's impossible, all I can do is turn to you in prayer."0

Weber raised his head, his aged face revealing an indescribable determination.0

"Have you finally made up your mind? I won't spare anyone in this academy, you know. This isn't just my will, but also that of my supposed creators from Selwyn. Beyond the strategic significance of destroying your academy, they want me to find a 'key.'"0

"A key? Isn't that just a legend?" Weber asked, removing his neatly pressed shirt to reveal a surprisingly robust physique that belied his outwardly frail appearance.1

"How should I know? You humans seem to love this kind of contrived affair. You think that these wild goose chases will provide...0