Chapter 33: Her Summon, Crushing the Academy’s Tournament
The golden sun rose over the academy, lighting up the Hanging Gardens, where preparations for the festival were already in full swing.
Magical book stalls, enchanted accessories, and potion vendors lined the square’s edges. At its center, a massive open arena was being assembled — the main battlefield for the grand tournament of the year.
The Student Council President addressed thousands of students, their families, and esteemed guests. The VIP section brimmed with nobles and mages from various factions.
Knights in golden armor bearing the Ashgrad crest ensured security. Dancers from across the continent performed. Drums echoed in rhythmic steps.
And then, as the Student Council President stepped onto the main stage and uttered the long-awaited words...
"The Royal Academy of Magic thanks all who’ve gathered for this magnificent celebration. With that... I declare the tournament officially open!"
Confetti cannons fired into the sky, showering the field in whirling bursts of color and light.
All fifty teams marched onto the field — a hundred contestants in total. Mages of the Academy, from first-years to seniors. Some stood composed, others with unspoken challenge in their eyes.
"Now! All teams, prepare for the First Stage!"
The first stage: demonstration of magical ability. Judges evaluated power, technique, and originality.
The stronger the spell, the more points? Perfect. I know exactly what to show them.
Rolling my shoulders, I glanced at Aimer. She looked different today — light uniform, minimal accessories. Just one ponytail instead of two. Her eyes? Sharp as blades.