The Instructors formed a protective circle around the coliseum, their magic weaving barriers of light and other elements. Each spell interlocked with the next, creating a seamless dome of protection that shimmered with barely contained power. The graduating class moved with practiced efficiency, organizing defensive positions while younger students helped civilians evacuate. Months of crisis drills had prepared them for moments like this, but no amount of practice could fully quell the fear that hung thick in the air.
Several Council members had moved to join Principal Arwen, their combined power ready to counter any threat. Their robes billowed in the magical currents that swirled around them, faces set in grim determination.
