"You're out of your depth," Ciril said, his voice calm and measured. "You can't hope to defeat us."
Amberine landed in a crouch, her heart racing. They were being pushed back, their attacks thwarted at every turn. The professors were simply too powerful, their mastery of magic far beyond what she and her friends could counter.
But they couldn't give up. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.
"Elara, we need to regroup!" Amberine called out, retreating to avoid another crystal spike. "We're not going to beat them head-on!"
Elara, who had been locked in a deadly exchange with Ardan's Light Spears, nodded grimly. "Agreed. We need to find another way—something they won't expect."
