The glowing door at the end of the passageway seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The intricate carvings of battles long forgotten and magical sigils that once held immense power now flickered, as though sensing the approach of Lumi and her friends. The ancient magic that had kept whatever was sealed behind the door was unraveling, leaving the academy vulnerable to whatever lay in wait.
Lumi stood at the front of the group, her icy-blue eyes focused on the door as a sense of urgency pulsed through her veins. "We're running out of time," she thought, gripping Glaciel tightly. The air around her was thick with tension, and she could feel the magical pressure pushing against her skin like a rising storm.
Cyana stepped up beside her, her eyes scanning the glowing sigils with quiet determination. "The wards are failing faster than we thought," she murmured. "If we don't act now, whatever's behind this door will break free."
