Master Lyaly
Mark seemed to be hesitant to say anything to him before he sighed. "I believe you realized the presence of some forces in the academy, forces that don't follow anyone's orders."
Jim instantly thought about the game field's powerful soul and that guardian of the arena from before. "I know of some already," he nodded.
"These forces are much more than you think and in fact they were previously the helpers of the fairies. Not that how the legends say."
Jim suddenly got a general view of what happened. "That ball… what was it?"
"A sacred force left by the fairies," Mark seriously said, "this ball can be accessed by many, but seized by none. All the masters here have access to it. I believe Igory played a dirty trick back there and brought a link in some way to the place of that ball of power."
"But…" Jim seemed hesitant as the ball called upon to seize it.