Academy Of Cursed Hearts
I duplicated the ward-song,the invisible lattice of protection that wraps the academy.
The original Hearthstone burned brighter than it has in centuries.
The wards shone gold, visible even to mortal eyes.
The air around it was filled with renewed strength.
By morning, the entire academy woke up to a miracle.
Chaos came out at sunrise.
Students poured into the courtyard, pointing, shouting, and weeping at the same time.
“Hearthstone,it is doubled!”
“No, it’s stronger! Look at the light!”
“The wards,they’re singing!”
Professors scrambled, checking relics, scanning the skies, muttering about celestial alignments and divine intervention.
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