Within the ancient ruins, Francis darted swiftly through a field of floating rubble.
As the first one to enter the site, he had immediately received a terrain map from Headmaster Gayle, showing Isabella's location. That map had become his guiding star through the maze-like environment.
At the moment, he had altered the gravitational field around him to the lightest level his body could tolerate.
That was why the rubble on the ground was oddly suspended in midair—an eerie sight to anyone unfamiliar with gravity magic.
Francis stepped forward lightly and launched several meters in a single stride. His control over gravity was so intuitive that it had practically become a reflex engraved into his very bones.
"Where is she… Where is she?!" he muttered between breaths, sweat beading on his forehead—a reflection of his growing anxiety.
