Lith’s mind immediately went to Soluspedia, accessing the contents of Professor Rudd’s book to assess how serious was their predicament.

“What the heck is going on?” Friya was never far away from Quylla.

“All the failed dimensional spells have made the space in the class unstable.” Quylla beat Lith on time, explaining the root of the matter.

“Normally it would never happen, since space reconfigures itself after a while. But because in a short time frame, hundreds, if not thousands of spells have been cast, order turned into chaos, making it possible.

The badly folded space wants to revert to normal, but it’s too crumpled. Different spells are still lingering in the air, interacting together. If it keeps up like this, the whole training hall will turn into a huge fireball.”

“What? Can’t you dumb it down for me?” Like anyone without Soluspedia, Friya was still at the basics, completely oblivious that over bending space was like lighting a match in a coal mine.

“Don’t cross the streams!” Lith blurted out.