Firo reverts to her demon form and slowly touches the Hourglass of Dragon’s Era.
The sand near Firo’s wing shines and ripples.
Queen: “Now then, let’s proceed with the Class Up ceremony.”
On the queen’s orders, the soldiers surrounding the hourglass pour some kind of liquid into the grooves the shape of a magic square etched into the floor.
Firo: “Huh? What is that sound?”
Firo strains her ears.
Queen: “Concentrate.”
Firo: “Okay~”