Dark League:
Old Witch Arika's heart pounded like a drum. The Meteor Supreme had summoned her, and that meant trouble. The ancient device on her desk flickered to life, projecting the hologram of the imposing figure. His gaze, cold and calculating, seemed to pierce through her very soul.
Arika's palms were clammy. The Meteor Supreme's tone was laced with contempt. The other two academies, she knew, had failed miserably. Their hidden agents had been exposed, their plans foiled. The Meteor Supreme was growing impatient, his anger simmering beneath the surface.
The target, Vincent Carey, a wizard of immense potential, had proven to be a thorn in their side. The Meteor Supreme's animosity towards him had grown exponentially since his victory in the Wizard Heart Competition. Now, with word of their failures spreading, the Mage Union might intervene to protect Carey.
