The ninety-ninth floor of Black Isotta was a familiar sight.
During the territorial academic battles of his apprenticeship, they entered the mysterious realm of the Black Isotta by batches. When they came back, this was the place they were sent to.
A magical chandelier swayed continuously under the effects of the space-time distortion. Grimm stood behind Master Peranos on top of the hexagram platform. Memories of his youth came gushing back to him.
Whoosh!
The magical array lit up, followed by some sort of distortion beneath their feet. It felt as if their bodies were about to be stretched into long strands of noodles. After some distortion, Grimm and Peranos arrived in a dim world that had no cycle of day and night.
The familiar law of the sorcerer's world was still intact. This was the mysterious realm of Black Isotta.