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enelope?"

al Archmiagus answered, his tone laced with disdain.

ng to his feet with

ipping with hatred rather than curiosity, each word l

his face. The growl that escaped Tharros in response was music to his ears. He wanted Nyx

thered through every corner of the kingdoms. They spoke of his madness, his erratic behavior, they said he had shut himself away, refusing to see anyone, consumed by whatever demons plagued him. So when Principal Archmiagus received word that Emperor Tharros intended

though Principal Archmiagus thoughts. "I hope

t Nyxoria hasn't come yet when I gave the

down Principal Archmiagus's spine. His voice carried an eerie calm, but his words were anything but reassuring. "I wi

nsettling silence in his wake. Principal Archmiagus kneels frozen, t

Nyxoria finally being put in her place, finally facing someone who could break through her defiance and arrogan

aos, and an evil so deep it seemed to consume him. Archmiagus couldn't shake the feeling that making the two of them in this Arcane was a grave mistake. He wanted to s

ting, as he sat alone in the office, wondering if he ha

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tsteps echoing ominously. They stopped in front of one of the classroom doors, a place w

e far side of the classroom with a deafening bang. The door narrowly missed the teacher, a male Centaur with a stern expression and an air of authority, though he

ch radiating an aura of strength and quiet intensity, while the fifth was a striking girl with long, shoulder-length pink hair that shimmered un

ried themselves with an unspoken understanding that they were unmatched. They were the only ones who had not joined the rest of the Arcane at the assembly grounds earl

as Dika, and her beauty was undeniable. Her features were sharp and elegant, her presence magnetic. Yet, despi

efused to glare openly at Nyxoria, though the tension in her posture betrayed her feelings. There was history between them, an unspoken rivalry that hung hea

tentions unclear but their disruption absolute. The Centaur teacher cleared his throat, attempting to

sdain as they met Nyxoria's gaze. The tension between them was palpable, a silent battle of wills that needed no words to explain. They wer

akable discipline. She was adored by everyone who crossed her path, a beacon of hope and the kind of Pri

d unease. Respect wasn't given to her; she took it, often by force. While Nasa's presence warmed a room, Nyxoria's sent a chill through it. Her

e tension simmering beneath Nasa's polished surface. Behind her calm smile and

ing within her. Nyxoria had disrupted the peace, as she always did

Nasa's skin, and she relished it. The hatred between them was mutual,

alry. Everyone could sense it, even if no one said it out loud,

t, Tharros walked in, his eyes locked on the back of Nyxoria's head. Her sce