Guards burst forth from the Spire's ornate doors, their enchanted armour gleaming in the afternoon sun. They formed a protective ring around the entrance, swords at the ready, prepared to defend against any threat.
Within moments, an ear-piercing siren echoed throughout the grounds, its magical resonance alerting everyone within the Spire's walls.
The air crackled with tension as members of the Council emerged from the Spire, their faces etched with confusion.
Yasmine led the procession, her silver hair billowing in the magical breeze that always seemed to surround her. Flanking her were the other council members.
As the last of the council members stepped out into the open, the gravity of the situation became painfully clear. The guard women, council of witches, apprentice witches of the spire, all of them were now gathered before the entrance, watching Jaegar.
