Calamity

Looking at the white-haired girl, who was staring at her right now, a small smile appeared on Selena Watford's face.

"What reason does a little girl like you have to find little old me?" asked Selena, causing a fearful expression to appear on Beatrice's face.

"I needed some elemental stones, so I took a mission to solve a kidnapping case, I don't know who Miss is," said Beatrice some sweat appearing on her forehead as she felt a smooth hand once again touching her cheek.

Hearing that, a smile appeared on Selena's face, as she stared the pitch-black eyes of the girl in front of her with a smile on her face.

"I see..." said Selena, letting out a small giggle, causing true sweat to appear on her forehead for the first time.

Suddenly, Beatrice once again lost consciousness, her body falling towards the Witch of Death, who was looking at it with a smile on her face.

"Little Errol, did you become so intimidating that even your apprentices run away from you?" asked Selena, as she caught Beatrice's body, and placing it on the ground.

Several moments later, all of the bodies, as well as all of the monsters around Selena began burning, a black flame passing through all of them, turning them all to ash.

Even her newest creation, which could already resist elemental energy was still turned into ash as soon as the black flames touched it.

Soon after, both Selena and the unconscious Beatrice turned into smoke, disappearing from the underground hall.

...

Inside of the Magic Council

The prophet, who was peacefully sitting on a chair suddenly raised his head, as some vigilance appeared in his eyes.

Without saying anything, the prophet suddenly closed his eyes, using his mind to search for something.

Unlike the hundreds, or even thousands of times he had tried to divine this topic with no success, in this moment of inspiration, the prophet had finally managed to divine something about the Calamity.

The Calamity, as it's name implied, was a catastrophe that the prophet had divined several hundred years ago.

Although no one knew how it would manifest, nor when it would strike, instinctually the prophet knew that if he did not stop it, this Calamity may lead to the dooming of the entirety of the mage world.

As he focused more and more of his power on that sliver of inspiration he had obtained, a vague scene slowly formed inside the mind of the prophet.

Staring at the empty blue sky above him, the prophet felt confused, but after several moments, a large crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

After several more moments, a humanoid figure then stepped out of the crack in the sky, although the prophet could not even determine it's gender, not to mention who it was.

The moment he tried focusing on the figure, a vast pain suddenly enveloped the prophet, taking him out of the vision.

Suddenly, the prophet opened his eyes, grasping for air as he stared at the ceiling, right now, a large part of his hair had turned white, prompting the prophet to do his best to stretch out his hand, having no strength in his body.

Seeing this, a small bottle with some green liquid suddenly in the hands of the old Archmage Arif, before floating the hands of the Prophet merely a few moments later.

As he drank the green potion, not only did strength return to the body of the Prophet, but at the same time, the white hair he had just gained also slowly began receding.

Several minutes later,

Just as the Prophet regained his bearing, the door to the room was suddenly opened, as an extremely old man suddenly walked in, sitting in a chair at the table.

Looking at Archmage Withered Soul, who had arrived first and appeared serious, unlike usual, Archmage Arif breathed a sigh of relief.

A few moments after the old Archmage, two other figures then entered the room, with the first being a peaceful-looking old woman.

Following her was a figure who did not seem to fit in the look of the magic council, a burly middle-aged man over two meters tall having a head full of red hair.

Moments after him was an old man with a fully white beard, completing the trio of old men.

Soon after the last old man sat down, the Prophet fully recovered, his hair regaining it's black color.

"Since you have called us here, I presume something bad has happened, am I right?" asked the middle-aged man as he looked at Archmage Arif.

Hearing that, the old Archmage let out a chuckle before turning his head towards the prophet, causing all eyes to turn to him.

"A made a prophecy regarding the Calamity," said the Prophet, causing the temperature in the room to suddenly fall.

As soon as the Prophet uttered the word 'calamity' the faces of all the Archmages, including Arif, changed completely.

But even so, none of the archmages said anything, merely staring at the prophet with serious expressions on their faces.

Seeing this, the prophet then began conveying what he had seen to the Archmages.

"Space magic," said Archmage Withered Soul, as his frown continued to deepen.

"Couldn't it be a Legendary Mage instead?" asked the burly middle-aged man as he looked toward Arif.

"No, based on the records, a Legendary Mage has the ability to teleport, they would have no need to do such a pointless thing like breaking open space," said Archmage Arif with a frown on his face.

Hearing that, the middle-aged man frowned before asking another question.

"Any chance that this is the god of those Angels taking action?" asked the middle-aged man once again.

"No, if it was him, I would have sensed it already, you don't have to worry, even though an immeasurable amount of time has passed, unless he completely devours his other half, he has no chance of healing himself," said the old woman, causing the others to breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, without any living legendary mages on the continent, even using Floating Cities, fighting that god in his full state would be nearly impossible.