Chapter133-The Illusion of Death

In the trial chamber, Owen lay on the bed, his face expressionless.

Beside him, a teacher paced back and forth in the room, often glancing up at the ceiling.

This time was the most tedious for her; she had to stay close to the students in case any emergencies arose.

Though it was just a fragment of their souls absorbed into the illusion, some students struggled to distinguish between the illusion and reality.

There were instances when a student, at the moment their soul shattered, would instinctively use arcanergy to strike those around them, still believing they were battling an enemy.

It was then that the teachers had to intervene, stabilizing them to prevent the room from being destroyed.

The teacher glanced at Owen and thought to herself, "His name is Owen, right? Quite handsome, but he doesn't quite fit the image of a magus." However, her expression quickly shifted to one of concern.