The Sanctum of Mirrors began its day with a grand and structured breakfast in the Hall of Dawn, a massive chamber filled with long wooden tables and high, arched ceilings. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings of mirrors and celestial symbols, their silver inlays catching the morning sunlight that streamed through stained-glass windows.
The hall buzzed with activity as students filed in, dressed in their dark uniforms embroidered with the school’s crest. Despite the uniformity, each student carried a sense of individuality. Some had glowing eyes that hinted at their elemental powers, others bore tattoos that pulsed faintly with magic, and a few floated slightly above the ground as they moved, a mark of their connection to spiritual planes.
Anna, Logan, Mia, and Ryan entered together, their footsteps echoing on the polished stone floor. The smell of freshly baked bread, fruits, and an assortment of magical teas filled the air. The students moved in clusters, each group defin
