As the days counted down, the Arcanum Family compound underwent a transformation. Once serene halls and tranquil gardens became arenas of intense magical experimentation and grueling training.
The air itself seemed to thrum with the pulse of mana as countless young mages pushed themselves to their absolute limits, refining their Magical Arts and Innate Spirits with a fervor that bordered on obsession.
In the sprawling meditation gardens, once havens of peaceful contemplation, the scene was anything but tranquil.
Dozens of mages sat in lotus positions, their bodies surrounded by swirling auras of mana that pulsed and shifted in mesmerizing patterns. Each mage were like streams of water, delving deep into the core of their being to refine their Innate Spirits to perfection.
One young woman with fiery red hair sat motionless, her body enveloped in a corona of flames that danced and twisted without scorching the lush grass beneath her.
