Lyra stood at the threshold of what was once Arcane Haven, her heart heavy with a mix of dread and sorrow. The once-grand academy, renowned for its flourishing magic and vibrant community, now lay in ruins. The air was thick with a haunting silence, broken only by the distant echoes of devastation that seemed to linger in the air.
As she stepped cautiously over the rubble-strewn grounds, Lyra's gaze swept across the landscape, taking in the magnitude of the destruction. The majestic spires that once reached towards the heavens now stood broken and charred, their glory reduced to mere skeletal remains. The walls that had once held the promise of knowledge and enlightenment now crumbled, like forgotten pages torn from a book.
