Deep in the mountains, hidden beneath layers of enchanted mist, stood the towering fortress of the Obsidian Crescent Academy. Unlike The Sanctum of Mirrors surroundings, the Obsidian Crescent exuded an air of menace. The dark stone walls were etched with glowing runes, and the grounds pulsed with chaotic energy.
Inside the academy’s central hall, Selene, the formidable leader of the rival school, stood before a gathering of students. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her sharp shoulders, and her piercing silver eyes held the room captive.
“ The Sanctum of Mirrors they can stop us,” Selene said, her voice laced with confidence. “But they underestimate the power we wield.”
The students roared in agreement, their loyalty to her unwavering. Among them were elite warriors, shadow manipulators, and spellcasters trained in the most dangerous forms of magic.
Selene turned to her second-in-command, a tall boy named Damien with scars tracing his forearms. “How are the preparat
