Mystralia Continent is a vast and massive landmass, lies a realm known as Eastern Mystralia, a mere fragment of the boundless territory. It is a place of arcane masters of remarkable complexity, a magnificent mosaic emerges, interwoven with the threads of six formidable clans, two unsurpassed Sect, graced by the presence of seven majestic schools for arcanists, adorned with the vibrant colors of diverse kingdoms, and anchored by a solitary empire reigning in unrivaled splendor. The inhabitants of these varied domains are nothing less than awe-inspiring.
To put it into perspective, the Kingdom of Salamanca alone boasts a citizenry that surpasses the formidable number of fifty million, a testament to its grandeur when compared to its larger counterparts.
The sprawling expanse of Eastern Mystralia possesses boundless territory and it functions seamlessly within its confines. One contributing factor to its sprawling population is the swift propagation among those lower levels of arcanist power and the non-arcanists.
A decision resonated across the region, a collective agreement to convene a conference, the crux of which lay in the expansion of educational institutions tailored for the nurturing of arcanists. Yet, as the curtain rose on this significant event, it unveiled the bustling city of Salamanca as its stage.
It was further resolved that this knowledge would remain the privilege of higher-ranking officials alone, shrouding the event in secrecy. This very decision prompted a cascading effect, leading to a readjustment of the schedule for the forthcoming awakening ceremony. Strangely, despite rumors to the contrary, the arcanists held no trepidation for the impending winter season. They possessed the means to effortlessly neutralize its icy grip with their arcane energy. Thus, the alleged connection between the winter's chill and the rescheduling of the ceremony held no basis in truth.
At the present moment, a select few have been entrusted with the responsibility of representing their respective factions at the conference. Among them are deputy sect masters, crown princes and princesses, deputy headmasters, and the solitary imperial chancellor, each carrying the hopes and dreams of their realms into the heart of Eastern Mystralia.
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The grand palace of Salamanca quivered with anticipation as a resounding voice rolled through its hallowed halls. "The Arcane Arsenal School is approaching, led by Deputy Headmaster Dan. Show respect!" The words echoed like a clarion call, reverberating through the very stone and tapestries that adorned the ancient walls.
Startled gazes met one another, for this announcement had taken the palace's denizens by surprise. They had been oblivious to the impending spectacle that now approached their magnificent abode.
Amidst this sea of astonishment, the palace's high-ranking officials, who had patiently awaited the day's events since the break of dawn, found their excitement palpable. The mere mention of the Arcane Arsenal School was enough to set their hearts racing with curiosity and enthusiasm.
The Arcane Arsenal School, a revered institution for those harboring aspirations of marching into the hallowed ranks of the army, was a name that carried weight and significance. It was no surprise that when the news reached the vigilant patrols of Salamanca and the elite echelons of the military, it stirred a profound interest, swiftly diverting their attention from their daily duties. The unexpected arrival of Deputy Headmaster Dan and his entourage promised an event of great import, and none in the palace could escape its magnetic pull.
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"Show respect to the Iron Phoenix clan," a commanding voice resonated from the heavens, carried on the back of a massive Metallic Eagle, a type of flying arcane beast renowned for its astonishing defensive and offensive capabilities.
The mere mention of the clan sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it, and for a good reason. The Iron Phoenix Clan was one of the oldest clans in the entire Mystralia Continent.
It was said that this clan had once been led by a Tier 7: Grand Magister. As a result, they had ruled over the entire Eastern Continent of Mystralia. The Grand Magister level was believed to be capable of governing an entire continent, but during the reign of the Iron Phoenix Clan, they were not the sole possessors of Tier 7 arcanists.
Hence, the leadership of the entire clan persisted in the East region.
However, one day, it was as if the clan's ancestor had vanished like a fleeting moonbeam. None among their members knew where their ancestor had gone.
Another reason why the clan had endured for hundreds of thousands of years was their legacy. It was believed that the blood of an arcane phoenix coursed through their veins.
***
One by one, the kingdoms arrived, each employing their unique modes of transportation.
"The Realm of Eldoria is now here," proclaimed the first.
"...Sapphire Isles," announced the second.
"...The Sunfire Dominion," chimed the third.
"...The Silverleaf Realm," followed suit.
"...The Verdant Highlands," echoed the fifth.
"...The Obsidian Territories," declared the sixth.
"...The Azure Coast," was the seventh to arrive.
"...Moonshadow Dominion," the eighth revealed.
"...The Crimson Peaks," followed closely.
"..The Snow Territories," completed the procession.
These kingdoms, though equal in might to Salamanca, had their own distinct identities. The only difference lay in Salamanca's unique hunting grounds. Yet, each of these realms possessed its own specialty and unique qualities.
***
"The Crimson Serpent Clan!" A massive, fiery serpent descended gracefully onto Salamanca's main ground, bearing ten passengers on its back. Without uttering a word upon arrival, the Serpent alone was enough to identify the Clan.
This recognition stemmed from their reputation for harboring arcanists linked to arcane power in any form of serpent.
"ROAR!" A thunderous roar from above heralded the descent of a celestial lion, akin to a comet plummeting to the earth.
"The Celestial Lion Clan!"
Suddenly, thousands of black crows materialized out of thin air.
"The Storm Crow Clan."
"You really know how to make a grand entrance, Grand Elder Carrie," Selena, the Deputy Chief of the Crimson Serpent Clan, couldn't help but comment.
"It's not just you who has surprises, Selena," replied an older woman known as Grand Elder Carrie.
While everyone was occupied, gazing skyward, a thunderous sound echoed from the western part of the palace. A group of giant black and white tigers raced across the grounds at incredible speed. Following them were large ash-gray wolves.
"The Yin-Yang Tiger Clan!"
"The Shadow Wolf Clan is here too!"
The onlookers were left in awe at the arrival of these forces.
In all the years of the Salamanca citizens' lives, they had never witnessed such a parade. Despite their extensive travels, they rarely ventured beyond two kingdoms.
A bright light illuminated from above, taking the shape of a hexagon with intricate patterns. The light was blue in color, and within its radiance, various carvings could be discerned. These engravings served as a clear indication that this was the work of the Augmentation Academy.
The entire school was well-versed in teaching auxiliary Arcane, making the creation of portals a straightforward task for them.
***
Riding upon each flying broom were women adorned in resplendent robes.
"The School of Sorceress the 'Luminary Divinity Academy'."
The Luminary Divinity Academy was renowned throughout the entire Eastern Region, not only for its prestigious students but also because its headmistress was a member of the Council of Ministry, where all members held the esteemed status of higher-tier arcanists.
Meanwhile, the Enchantorium Institute's representatives arrived riding an imposing humongous blade. The Enchantorium specialized in training arcane weapon users, and their enormous blade was enveloped in sword might capable of cutting through the water effortlessly. As they descended, the citizens of Salamanca felt an oppressive aura wash over them.
"Cease the tumult," declared a man dressed entirely in pure white. His appearance resembled that of a scholar, exuding an air of tranquility as he walked through the air as if floating.
With a graceful motion of his hand, he quelled the sword might emanating from the Enchantorium Institute's blade.
The people breathed easier upon seeing this, yet all eyes remained fixated on him. Even the recently arrived forces couldn't help but turn their attention to both the Enchantorium representatives and the enigmatic man.