The tension in the practice room was easy to see.
The air charged with magic even before a single spell was cast.
A tall, slender Frost Elf with icy blue skin and sharp, glowing eyes stood on one side.
“Third Circle...”
“This will be the mark of the end of your puny organization,” the elf thought.
Opposite him, a burly mage from the Third Circle with a crimson aura crackling around his form clenched his fists, his expression grim.
For a moment, silence reigned.
Then, without warning, the Frost Elf raised his hand, a shard of pure ice materializing in his palm, while the Third Circle mage countered by igniting a blazing fireball.
They launched their spells simultaneously, the magic colliding midair with a deafening explosion that sent shockwaves through the room.
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The guards stationed outside the practice room reacted immediately, rushing toward the source of the disturbance.
“Fuck off.”
“They are not practicing at all, they are trying to kill each other.”
Magical alarms blared throughout the complex, their shrill tones echoing in the halls.
Before the guards could intervene, however, the battle had escalated.
The Frost Elf summoned a swirling blizzard that enveloped half the room, shards of ice slicing through the air.
“Vortex Blizzard,” the elf whispered as he cast the blizzard.
The blizzard was pulling all the individuals inside, into the middle, where the power of the magic is higher than that of the people who are in the middle.
The Third Circle mage responded by creating a barrier of molten lava, the intense heat melting the ice on contact.
“Magma Barrier.”
“Stop this madness!” a guard shouted, stepping into the chaos.
His voice was drowned out by the roar of magic as the Frost Elf hurled another volley of icy projectiles—spears, arrows, and small bullet-shaped ices.
It was a mix of everything, the projectiles narrowly missing the guard and shattering against the wall.
“If one of those projectiles hits me, I would be dead before I would have a chance to understand anything...”
The guard thought.
Realizing the futility of trying to reason with the combatants, the guards prepared to use force.
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They began chanting spells to subdue the fighters, but before they could act, other mages from both factions entered the fray.
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It started with one mage from the Frost Elves casting a spell of icy chains, aimed at binding the Third Circle mage.
A Third Circle mage retaliated with a burst of lightning, striking the Frost Elf’s ally and sending him sprawling. The room, already chaotic, became a battlefield.
“No...”
“This is a huge battle.”
One of the guards said to his friend.
“The mages are from Third Circle and Frost Elves; they are all high-level magic organizations...”
“Some smaller-level organization fighting too.”
“We do not have enough magic power or manpower to stop it!”
Spells flew in every direction: fiery explosions, freezing winds, and bolts of raw energy crackled through the air.
The walls of the practice room, reinforced with layers of magical protection, began to crack under the onslaught.
The floor trembled as a Third Circle mage conjured a massive stone golem, which lumbered toward the Frost Elves with crushing force.
The Frost Elves responded in kind, summoning a pack of spectral wolves that darted between the combatants, their icy fangs snapping at the golem. One of the guards shouted into a communication device, calling for reinforcements as the situation spiraled further out of control.
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Amidst the chaos, a young mage from the Frost Elves attempted to shield his people.
He raised a shimmering barrier of ice, but the effort left him vulnerable.
A stray fireball from the Third Circle blasted through the barrier, knocking the young mage unconscious.
Frost Elves clearly angry.
Their leader, the original combatant, let out a cry of rage and unleashed a devastating spell.
A massive glacier erupted from the floor, filling the center of the room and forcing everyone to retreat to the edges.
“Enough!” a man bellowed, his voice amplified by magic.
He stepped forward, his presence commanding.
With a wave of his hand, he cast a wide-area suppression spell, dimming the magical energy in the room and halting the combat momentarily.
The man was no other than Revol himself, behind him five of the guardians of Blue Hope.
One look at the guardians and the magic radiating from them, and it is not hard to see that the magic dimmed not because of Revol himself but also because of the power and magical energy radiating from the guardians.
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Breathing heavily, the Frost Elf glared at his opponent, his icy aura still crackling around him.
The Third Circle mage smirked defiantly.
“This isn’t over,”
The Frost Elf didn’t reply, but the glint in his eyes spoke volumes.
He turned away, his allies helping him to stand as they began to retreat.
The guards moved quickly to separate the factions, ushering the Third Circle mages toward the opposite exit.
As the groups dispersed, whispers filled the air.
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Revol shook his head and looked at the room.
The practice room was nearly unrecognizable, its walls scorched and cracked, the floor littered with debris and remnants of spells.
He sighed, rubbing his temples.
“This battle between them is just a sign; it shows that the real battle has started.”
“From now on then, all the factions will combat each other, trying to destroy each other without a care at all.”
Unbeknownst to the guards, two figures watched from the shadows. One, a mage with a dark hood, turned to his companion.
“Did you see enough?” he asked.
The other figure nodded.
“More than enough. The Frost Elves and the Third Circle are on the verge of collapse. It won’t take much to push them over the edge. They are all entering the battle...”
The hooded mage grinned.
As the two disappeared into the darkness, the magical alarms finally fell silent, leaving an uneasy stillness in their wake.