The Class S training chamber beneath the academy pulsed with arcane tension. Reinforced stone walls, etched with ancient runes, absorbed the noise and shockwaves from countless spells. It was late afternoon, and the chamber was alive with movement.
In one corner, Marcus and Seraphina clashed in a spell-only sparring match. Streams of blue fire from Marcus twisted through the air, countered by shimmering blades of metallic energy conjured by Seraphina. Neither dared to blink—each strike carried serious weight.
Elsewhere, Selene trained alone, summoning jagged spears of ice from the ground and launching them toward moving targets. Each spell was precise, devastating, and chilling in more ways than one.
Near the back, Elyra stood calmly, weaving threads of support magic, reinforcing barriers, and amplifying nearby mana flows. Where the others clashed, she calculated—strengthening and controlling the battlefield like a tactician.
