Chương 1019: 317. Magic Shadow Stabs with a Knife_3

And the ones enacting this disaster upon them were the wizards standing around the magic circle.

Lecturer Professor Gilbert Winchester had sent his magic avatar and seven Sixth-ring Soul Shaping Wizards to assist the Lord Sorel of the City of Exiles.

The chilling spectacle of the ceremony unfolding before them was the handiwork of the Soul Shaping Wizards.

The Soul Shaping Wizards were uniformly dressed in impenetrable black magic robes with face masks and hoods.

The Lord of the City of Exiles, Mobius Soller, wore a long robe adorned with satin ribbons and intricate ring clasps, his head encircled by a metal headband set with a forward-facing magic gem.

He was a deathly pale Shadow Dark Soul.

As the Soul Shaping Wizards perfected the magic circle, he, trailing the long hem of his robe, roamed the skies in circles, clearly agitated and uneasy.

"How much longer?" Soller asked the Soul Shaping Wizards below in a hoarse voice.