Following Yuna’s bracelet, the group reached a secluded spot.

Of course, "secluded" was relative—out here in the uninhabited Far North, everything was snow-covered and desolate, one place looking much like the next.

As they moved, Senior Diane pulled a compass from her pocket.

The compass showed direction and a series of coordinates.

“Are we going to keep moving forward? The positioning compass says we’re already quite far from the teachers,” she pointed out.

The compass was a special tool for students who hadn’t yet mastered tracking magic, designed to prevent them from getting lost in the snowy wilderness.

Yuna glanced …