But Dean Hazled forced himself to pick up his quill, hesitating to write anything on the parchment.
It might not be effective, and it certainly wouldn't be enough to counter the Spatial Storm, but it was better than simply waiting for their doom.
'Perhaps it would be more Rational, more wise, to simply give up and leave this incredibly dangerous yet priceless parchment for a future generation?'
'This might be the very key someone else could use to shatter the prophecy and Destiny…'
That was why, no matter what the other professors said, Hazled was unwilling to use this parchment—the item they referred to as '0-005'.
But to make him do nothing—to stand by and watch Mizkatoke, his life's work, be utterly destroyed—was a choice his heart simply couldn't make, no matter how Rational.
And just as Dean Hazled was still wavering, he suddenly sensed a shift in the Space within his office.
It quickly waved a hand over the parchment, hiding it away as if by Magic.
