"You really should have brought more than illusions and light shows," Draven said coldly, his voice echoing through the chamber.
Professor Ardan's light magic fizzled in the air, the sharp spears of luminescence dissolving into harmless sparks as they collided with Draven's psychokinetic barrier. He stood at the center of the room, calm and composed, his pens hovering in perfect balance around him—each a silent sentinel of the immense power he wielded.
Amberine, Elara, and Maris watched in a mix of awe and disbelief as the battle unfolded before them. The three professors they had once feared—masters of their respective arts—seemed powerless against Draven's unyielding control. And Draven, ever the strategist, turned the battle into a lesson.
