The calm before the battle weighed heavily on the kingdom, with the air thick with anticipation and dread. Soldiers and mages alike stood at the ready, weapons gleaming and spells crackling in the distance as preparations for the final confrontation took place. Oberon Academy had transformed into a hub of activity as students, teachers, and even the royal family gathered to make their final plans. The once quiet and mystical academy grounds were now a place of strategy, urgency, and resolve.
Lumi stood at the edge of the academy's battlements, staring out across the horizon as the sky darkened with ominous clouds. The wind whipped through her snow-white hair, and Glaciel rested at her side, the hammer's icy magic thrumming faintly in the cold air. She had spent the past few days preparing for this moment—practicing her spells, working with her friends, and honing her bond with Glaciel—but now that the battle was so close, there was a strange sense of stillness within her.
