Failed

Isabella gazed at the large screen displayed in front of her with a wide smile.

She was currently in a very large control room, one bearing resemblance to the first-year control room that she usually visited to watch Atticus. But this was on a larger scale.

She was in the main and central control room of the academy, where every single thing and place in the academy could be monitored.

Apart from Isabella, operators were seated in front of different screens, going about their jobs.

Harrison stood just beside Isabella, also watching the screens and noting her smile.

On the screen were the figures of Atticus and Magnus streaking through a gap that had just formed in the blue dome. Such an event—opening even the smallest gap in the dome—had to be heavily monitored.

"Finally," Isabella muttered under her breath, her happiness evident on her features.

Harrison turned to look at his daughter. "You're happy?" he asked.