Time rolled back to about fifteen minutes ago at the headquarters of the Armed Society.
As an exceedingly large society with a total membership exceeding one million, even though the vast majority of members are usually distributed across the entire Witch Academy in the form of branches, not everyone would come to the headquarters for activities. Nevertheless, the headquarters itself was still massive.
It was a medium-sized floating island, roughly the same scale as the Student Council headquarters, and the island was also filled with Space Extension Spells, making its actual internal space dozens of times larger than its outward appearance.