Unacunerra stood in the center of one of his fine creations, a small altar place in the very middle of an assortment of magic circles, runes, sigils and all that could fit into it, meant to further enhance any spells he would produce amongst other things, his wish for Rosemary to allow all students at once into any given mine was but hopeful thoughts, she was clearly going to stick to the method employed since the very start, keeping a watchful eye on her students.
Putting much carefulness to avoid them running into severe problems, and wrestling against her mana manipulation would supposedly not be very conductive, Loimos had warned him not to attempt anything of the sort before the finale.
Infusing mana into the stone around him, deep into the earth, and up towards the soil, he took control of it all, initiating the last portion of this little plan he, Loimos and One had brewed, a little special dish cooked up by the cold hands of proud undeads.