An hour later.
Three o'clock in the early morning.
Yi Lin sat on the top of the Clock Tower, yawning and looking down on the city.
"City."
Yes.
In comparison to terms like "academy" or "association," Yi Lin felt that referring to the collection of buildings centered around the Clock Tower as a "city" was more appropriate.
The Magician's Association was surrounded by mountains on all sides.
The undulating mountains provided a natural barrier for this mysterious land.
On his way here, Yi Lin had felt something strange.
Around the Magician's Association, there seemed to be some sort of visual barrier.
From a distance, it looked unquestionably like a mountain.
But as soon as Sebela emerged, Yi Lin looked up and saw the Clock Tower.
"Is this also magic?"
It took Yi Lin an hour to take a cursory tour around the entire Magician's Association.
