Revol nodded firmly as Heidrick’s order was issued,

The guards braced themselves,

The directive was clear: all personnel not explicitly ordered to act were to remain confined to their quarters.

Violators would be dealt with mercilessly, the ultimate measure of martial law enforced in the wake of the devastation.

The echoes of Heidrick’s voice reverberated through the hallways, spreading a tense silence over the remaining crew.

Many of the guards shifted uncomfortably, their faces pale and drawn as they tried to process the unprecedented situation.

Revol, hearing the order repeated by one of the messengers, nodded grimly and pushed forward.

As he made his way through the crumbling corridors, he was stopped by a frantic group of guards descending the staircase in a rush.

Their wide eyes and pale faces spoke of terror,

Revol raised his hand, halting them in their tracks.

"What’s going on? Why do you look like you’ve seen death itself?"

One of the guards, struggling to catch his breath, stammered out,

"We’ve just come from Level Ten... The Frost Elves have been surrounded by the Third Circle Mages."

Revol’s eyes narrowed,

"Surrounded? Are they under attack, or is this a standoff?"

The guard, shaking slightly, replied,

"Both sides are casting magic... It looks like it’s about to escalate into a full battle."

Revol’s stomach churned,

The Frost Elves were known for their precision and overwhelming power, but the Third Circle Mages were equally formidable, specialists in magical warfare.

If these two forces clashed, the destruction could rival or even surpass the earlier explosion.

He took a deep breath and made his decision.

"Guardians," he barked.

"With me. We’re going to Level Ten. Now."

Without hesitation, the Guardians fell into formation, their movements disciplined and precise despite the chaos.

As they started going up, Revol’s mind raced through the possibilities.

If the Frost Elves and the Third Circle Mages are truly engaging... this could mean more than just a skirmish, it would be a huge battle.

When they reached the junction leading to Level Ten,

Revol raised his hand, signaling the group to stop. He turned to the Guardians, his voice low but firm.

"We approach carefully. No one engages unless absolutely necessary. Our priority is to assess the situation and, if possible, defuse it before it escalates further."

The Guardians nodded,

Revol continued forward,

The air was thick with magic.

The faint hum of energy vibrated through the metal walls, and occasional bursts of light flickered from around the corner.

The scene that unfolded as they rounded the bend was as tense as Revol feared.

The Frost Elves stood in a semi-circle,

Their magic swirled around them, patterns of frost in the air.

Their leader, a tall figure clad in shimmering white.

Opposing them were the Third Circle Mages.

Their stances were rigid, their hands glowing with energy as they prepared defensive and offensive spells in equal measure.

The tension between the two groups was almost tangible, an invisible force pressing down on everyone in the room.

Revol stepped forward, raising his hands to signal neutrality.

His voice rang out, clear and commanding.

"Stand down, all of you. This is not the time for infighting."

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The Frost Elves’ leader turned his head slightly,

"This is not your concern, human," he said, his voice cold as the magic he wielded.

"Your mages attempted to restrict us. We will not be caged."

One of the Third Circle Mages stepped forward,

"You Frost Elves lived long enough after attacking our bases.”

Revol gritted his teeth.

The situation was teetering on the edge of chaos, and it was up to him to pull it back.

"Enough!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the chamber. Both sides froze, their magic still humming but momentarily restrained.

"Do you not see what’s happening?"

Revol continued, his gaze sweeping over both groups.

"This ship is on the brink of collapse. Thousands are dead. We don’t have the luxury of giving you a place to battle it out...”

The Frost Elves’ leader tilted his head,

"And why should we trust you, when it is your kind who have brought us to this point?"

Revol stepped closer,

"Because I’m the only one standing here who doesn’t have a spell ready to kill the other side. And because if you guys battle, you are not only harming and killing each other but also harming the ship and it is people !”

The Frost Elves’ leader lowered his hands, though his expression remained guarded.

"We will not forget this," he said coldly. "But for now, we will withdraw."

The Third Circle Mages hesitated, their leader glancing at Revol for confirmation.

He nodded slightly, and they too began to stand down, their stances relaxing though their vigilance remained intact.

As the Frost Elves turned to leave, Revol let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

The Guardians behind him relaxed slightly,

Revol turned to the Third Circle Mages.

"Get a team to monitor them. Discreetly. We can’t afford any more surprises."

At that time, one of the mages from Third Circle casted a huge magic spell and then launched it towards to Frost Elves killing some of them.

Frost Elf Leader, gritted it is teeth and then his hand made a sign.

All out battle, started within just seconds.

-

The VIP Room Hallway turned into a big battleground for two opposing factions.

Third Circle and Frost Elves.

Despite the enchantments embedded in the walls, the sheer volume of magic unleashed by the Frost Elves and the Third Circle Mages was overwhelming.

Spells of frost and fire collided, their effects spilling across the air like streaks of chaotic light.

Elemental constructs and summoned creatures roared as they clashed.

The two factions were evenly matched in numbers, with at least a hundred mages on each side.

Official members, veterans of countless battles, stood at the forefront, their spells precise and devastating.

Behind them, their non-official members—primarily Level One and Level Two mages—provided support with weaker, yet unrelenting, attacks.

Their combined forces filled the hallway magical destruction.

Yet, despite the ferocity of the battle, the surroundings bore remarkably little damage.

The VIP levels were fortified with advanced enchantments, designed to withstand even the mightiest of spells from lower-tier mages.

It was only when peak Level Three mages or a concentrated barrage of Level Three spells struck that the walls showed signs of strain.

Lady El Tis, standing a safe distance away, watched the spectacle unfold with a cold, calculating gaze.

Her mind raced through the implications.

Two hundred mages tearing each other apart mere meters from my chambers... and no resolution in sight.

A flicker of movement caught her eye.

The woman mage she had sent earlier to investigate approached, her expression harried and her robes singed in places. El Tis turned her sharp gaze on her subordinate.

"Report," she commanded, her voice steady despite the chaos around them.

The mage bowed slightly, struggling to catch her breath.

"My lady, it’s impossible to get close. The battle is too intense—spells are flying indiscriminately, and the constructs make it near-impossible to navigate the hallway without being noticed. Both sides seem committed to total destruction."

El Tis narrowed her eyes, displeased but unsurprised.

She folded her arms and tilted her head slightly,

This is escalating faster than anticipated. The Third Circle Mages and the Frost Elves aren’t just posturing anymore; this is a full-blown confrontation. But why now?

From her vantage point, she could feel the pulse of powerful magic surging through the hallway. The Frost Elves wielded their signature frost spells coating the ground in a sheet of ice that hindered movement and created treacherous footing.

Fire elementals summoned by the Third Circle Mages countered the icy assault, their blazing forms melting the frost and creating a haze of steam that obscured vision.

Summoned creatures—icy wolves, fiery serpents, and shadowy humanoid

constructs—clashed with explosive ferocity, their roars reverberating through the enchanted hallway.

Despite the enchantments absorbing the brunt of the collateral damage, the sheer magical energy in the air was palpable, creating an oppressive atmosphere that even the most seasoned mage would find difficult to endure.

Lady El Tis tapped her fingers against her arm, her sharp gaze flickering over the distant chaos. The woman mage, still catching her breath, added,

“The casualties on both sides are rising, but neither is relenting. They seem intent on seeing this through, no matter the cost."

El Tis sighed,

"Two of the largest factions tearing each other apart right outside my quarters..." she murmured, more to herself than to the mage.

The mage stiffened.

"Do you think the explosion was connected to this, my lady?"

El Tis didn’t answer immediately.

The explosion had thrown the entire ship into disarray, and now two of the most powerful groups onboard were locked in a deadly conflict.

The timing was too perfect to be random.

"No," she said finally, her voice cold and certain. "I don’t think it’s connected. I know it is."

Her words hung in the air,

The woman mage nodded grimly, understanding the stakes.

If someone had set this up, they were dealing with an adversary who not only understood the internal dynamics of the ship but also had the resources and cunning to exploit them.

El Tis turned back to the battle,

She waved her hand, summoning a flickering orb of dark energy that pulsed with restrained power. "Gather the strongest mages we have nearby. We’re not taking sides in this fight, but we are putting defences, in the case of we get attecked.”

The woman mage nodded.

“I will do that my lady...”

The woman mage then bowed deeply and hurried off, leaving El Tis alone to watch the escalating conflict.