Silas and Tiffany rounded the corner, skidding to a halt as they took in the chaotic scene before them. A group of Sidhe, their wooden armor gleaming in the fading light, were attempting to force their way into the gymnasium. Blocking their path were two familiar faces—Professor Valerian and Professor Hawthorne.
Valerian's hands danced through the air, weaving complex patterns of pure mana. A shimmering force field sprang to life, deflecting a Sidhe's sword strike. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a barrage of mana bullets hurtling towards the attackers. Beside him, Hawthorne unleashed a dazzling display of elemental magic. Fire and lightning crackled at his fingertips, each spell a demonstration of his mastery of arcane theory.
Silas's mind raced, quickly assessing the situation. He turned to Tiffany, his voice low and urgent. "You grab the teachers, I'll take the Sidhe."
