The Academy’s Deceased Ate It All

The army of undead — moments ago bearing down on us with the momentum of a tidal wave, looking ready to swallow us whole — stopped dead in place, as if it had all been some kind of lie.

While I was still wondering what the hell was going on, a notification window opened in front of me.

At first I thought it was an error. Then I remembered — the text on the window was the complex, encrypted language used by sorcerers.

Obviously, I'd never sat down and learned the language system unique to sorcerers.

What I did have were the memories of "another me who chose a future as a sorcerer" — pieces I'd absorbed back in Margo's dungeon and, unlike the others, almost never thought about since. I had to claw those memories back up with effort.

Even so, that didn't mean I could actually read what was written on the notification window.

I could pick out a few scattered phrases — "mighty will," "inflict harm," "undead," "designate a target," and the word "Yu Ji-hyeok" — and that was about it.

But even that was enough to piece together what had happened.

My mouth closed on its own.