Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the continuously swinging iron sphere slowly knocked down the wooden bar representing fifteen degrees.
The trails on the sand table, scratched by the pendulum, resembled elongated petals, revealing an extreme sense of beauty!
These represented the true lines of magic!
It was only then that Lynn pointed at the sand table, looking towards Yoland, and said teasingly.
"I think things are quite clear now, aren't they, Mr. Yoland?"
"This is the evidence you were looking for! The rotation of the planets is not without effect; it's just that this force needs to be magnified by a pendulum before it can be visibly demonstrated in front of you and me."
Yoland sat on the ground, pale-faced, silently staring at the still-swinging iron ball.
A male witch from the Prophecy School beside him screamed hysterically, "This is impossible, this is impossible! You must have cast magic on the pendulum!"