The explosion of the maractor had sent shockwaves through the ranks of the Magic Academy’s mages, catg them off guard and throwing them into a state of disarray. The forest, once calm and serene, was now filled with chaos and fusion.

  Mages stumbled over their robes, their wands and staffs raised in a hasty defensive posture. Some shouted orders troup, while others desperately tried to identify the source of the explosion.

  “By the goddess, what was that?!” one mage excimed with fear.

  Ane, her eyes wide with panic, yelled, “One of the maractors! It’s beeroyed! But by who?”

  Risebelle, hidden in the shadows, took advantage of the chaos. Risebelle moved swiftly and silently through the chaotic se, her steps deft and her senses sharp. She quickly located the maractor, cealed within a dense cluster of mages who were frantically searg for the source of the explosion.

  Without hesitation, Risebelle desded upon them, her presence hidden until the very st moment. Her on unleashed a flurry of silent shots, eae finding its mark with deadly accuracy. The mages fell one by oheir wands and staffs dropping to the ground, their faces frozen in shod terror.

  Meanwhile, Roselle positioned herself he maractor, her massive on-like on aimed and ready. She had watched Risebelle’s precise takedown of the mages and uood the urgency of their mission.

  With a deep breath and unwavering focus, Roselle fired her on. The shot owerful and accurate, striking the maractor with pinpoint precision. The extractor erupted in a violent explosion, sending magical energy and debris flying in all dires.

  After the explosion, a group of academy mages who had approached from behind spotted Risebelle and Roselle.

  “Over here! We’ve found them!”

  Risebelle and Roselle turoward the shouts, and a barrage of magic attacks were sent towards them of various elements, but before they could react, Runebelle took swift a. Despite her ever-present sadness, she summohree t pilrs of magifused with green energy. The pilrs rose like protective guardians, f a barrier between the mages’ attacks and her older sisters.

  The mages’ spells collided with the magical barrier, creating a spectacur dispy of elemental cshes. The fire, ice, ah pilrs absorbed the magical assaults, leaving Risebelle and Roselle unharmed behind the protective shield.

  Risebelle nodded in approval to Runebelle.

  The academy mages were fused by the sudden appearance of Runebelle’s magical pilrs, they exged gheir disbelief was at a high as they muttered among themselves.

  “Magic like that... it’s impossible,” one mage whispered

  Ane shook his head in disbelief. “Kintovar couldn’t have figured this out. Magic is a force of nature, not something a stist create!”

  Risebelle replied with a steely resolve, “they’ve witnessed somethiraordinary, and that will be their st memory.”

  Risebelle’s decratiohe tone for what would e . Roselle raised her hand and called upon her unique ability.

  “Thundercp Surge!” Roselle excimed.

  The air crackled with electricity as a rapidly spinning fan of crag lightning energy formed above her hand. The fan homed in on its target, the academy mages who had surrouhem.

  With a surge of power, Roselle unleashed the Thundercp Surge, sending tendrils of lightning arg through the air. The fan of electricity struck the elemental pilrs created by Runebelle, and the bined power created a devastating force that surged toward the academy mages.

  The mages had no time to react as the electrifying onsught engulfed them, delivering jolts of electricity upon impact. The once-fident mages were now overwhelmed, their screams eg through the mystical forest as they were ed by the raw power of Thundercp Surge.

  Roselle looked at the lifeless bodies of the academy mages on the forest floor. Roselle heard something talk in her mind.

  “The humans would have dohe same to you.” It sounded like Risebelle was talking to her in her head.

  Risebelle observed Roselle’s iurmoil and repared to front her. However, before she could speak, Roselle’s shifted from sado a serious face.

  “Time to move?” Roselle asked.

  With a nod from Risebelle, the three sisters moved swiftly through the mystical forest.

  The sisters, cealed by the shadows of the mystical forest, cautiously approached the maractor. However, as they drew closer, their hearts sank at the sight that greeted them.

  The extractor was heavily guarded by a formidable force of over a hundred mages, and a powerful magical barrier surrou, making access nearly impossible.

  Risebelle surveyed the se with a furrowed brow, her mind rag to e up with a pn. She khat a direct assault on such a fortified position would be reckless and likely result in their failure.

  “We need a way to disable that magical barrier,” Risebelle whispered to her sisters. “Without getting past that, we won’t eve close to the maractor.”

  “Do you think the others are like this?” Roselle asked, as she looked in surprise at the sheer numbers and the magic barrier

  Risebelle sets her eyes to the ground and folded her arms as she pted Roselle’s question. The thought of fag simir heavily guarded maractors ae mages weighed heavily on her mind.

  After a moment of deep thought, Risebelle finally spoke, “Yes, Roselle, I believe the other five maractors are likely heavily guarded as well. Our as here have undoubtedly put the Academy on high alert.”

  Risebelle’s sing device provided valuable information about the position of the mage forces guarding the maractor. It showed that there were roughly 50 weaker mages and 50 mages with an average level of magic.

  Risebelle’s eyes flickered in thought. She then made her decision and turo her sisters. “We’ll have to take out the mages first. It may seem impossible, but the element of surprise be a powerful ally.”

  Risebelle turo her sisters,“Listen carefully, both of you. I’m going to use my acid rain to create ong the mages. It will weaken their defenses and disrupt their formation. While they’re disoriented, we’ll strike swiftly and eliminate as many as we .”

  Roselle and Runebelle nodded in uanding, ready to execute their part of the pn. Risebelle tinued, “Roselle, you focus on taking out the mages with the most potent magical abilities. They’ll be the most challenging oppos. Runebelle, protect Roselle ah your pilrs and be prepared to ter any magical attacks they throw our way.”

  Risebelle raised one arm, and dark clouds began to gather above them, casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield. The mages guarding the extractor noticed the sudden ge in the weather and exged worried gnces.

  “Acid Rain!” Risebelle shouted with Authority

  With those words, the dark clouds released a torrential downpour of corrosive rain, which hissed and sizzled as it touched the ground. The mages, caught off guard, scrambled to shield themselves from the acidic deluge.

  The weaker mages, caught in the midst of the corrosive raihe first to suffer its effects. Their robes dissolved as the acidic drops ate through the fabric, exposing their vulnerable flesh to the burning liquid. Panid agony filled them and they screamed loudly in pain.

  One mage shouted, “What the hell?! It’s eating through my robe! W-What is this?!”

  Another cried out, “I ’t see! The rain is blinding me!”

  The Mages struggled to find cover from the acidic downpour. Some desperately attempted to cast protective spells, but the corrosive nature of the rain made their efforts futile.

  As the weaker mages suffered the effects of the acid rain, Risebelle, Roselle, and Runebelle seized the opportunity to advance.

  Seizing the opportunity created by the acid rain, Risebelle unleashed her attack:

  “ Aqua Whirlwind!”

  Water and magic swirled around her, f a powerful whirlwind that engulfed the mages. The razor-sharp water bdes within the whirlwind inflicted moderate damage and hihe mages’ movements, leaving them vulnerable. Risebelle’s Aqua Whirlwind tore through the weaker mages with ruthless efficy. Their screams of agony mingled with the chaotic sounds of the storm as they were shredded by the magical water bdes. Risebelle showed no mercy, eliminating them swiftly.

  Meanwhile, Roselle eled her lightning energy, surrounding her body with crag electricity as she fired her on-like on. The lightning bullets sped toward the stres, striking with precision and inflig damage. It took more than one bullet to defeat a single mage, but Roselle’s relentless assault began to wear down their defenses.

  The mages attempted to terattack. One of them summoned a powerful thunder spell in the shape of a thunder dragon. The thunderous energy dragon soared through the air, crashing down toward Risebelle, Roselle, and Runebelle.

  Runebelle reacted swiftly, summoning her pilrs of magic to block the ining attack. However, the sheer force of the thunder dragon proved overwhelming, shattering her pilrs in an explosive burst of magic.

  The sisters were momentarily pushed back by the impact, but it didn’t take them long to recover from it.

  Amidst the battlefield, with only a handful of academy mages left standing, the sisters stood looking like armed killers with their faces.

  With a sense of admiration, Risebelle turo Roselle and said, “Roselle, I must admit, yhtning abilities have improved signifitly. You hahose mages with a bination of precision and power. It’s impressive.”

  Roselle, caught off guard by the ued praise from her elder sister, felt a warm blush creep onto her cheeks. She attempted to maintain her current serious demeanor, but a small, grateful smile tugged at the ers of her lips.

  “Thank you, Risebelle,” Roselle replied, challeo remain serious by the warmth of the pliment. “I... I’ve been w hard to bee stronger. I’ve learned a lot from you, no, the both of you. I want tinue improving!”

  Amidst the dwindling numbers of academy mages, one of the remaining twenty stepped forward. He raised his staff high, ting intations that were fn to the sisters. Symbols and runes glowed brightly in the air as he tinued his summoning ritual.

  Risebelle, Roselle, and Runebelle exged curious and slightly surprised gnces as they watched the mage’s as.

  Amidst the dwindling ranks of the academy mages, someoepped forward. The mage who had had a striking appearahat immediately drew the sisters’ attention. He was a tall, imposing figure with a slender yet muscur build. His jet-bck hair flowed down to his shoulders. His pierg crimson eyes held an otherworldly iy, and they seemed to radiate with a darkened aura.He was dressed in dark, flowing robes.

  “Prepare the summoning ritual!” he anded . “It’s time t forth one of the elites. In the meantime, I will keep them busy.”

  The es hurriedly gathered in a circle, their wands and staffs at the ready, as they began to t in unison. They got harmonized with a ts. They began to produce a dark magic around their area.

  Risebelle, Roselle, and Runebelle observed this with looks of curiosity and surprise.

  Risebelle gres across at the mage “He’s up to something...”

  The mage at the ter of the circle raised his staff even higher, and a surge of magical energy surged forth. The air itself seemed to tremble as a portal of shimmering light materialized before them, its edges flickering with otherworldly energy.

  As the portal to the underworld stabilized, a massive, awe-inspiring creature emerged. Its colossal form resembled that of a legendary dragon.

  The creature’s body was covered in dark, ebony scales, as if fed from the very shadows themselves. Its wings stretched wide, each bck as the night, with jagged edges that seemed to ripple with dark power .It’s eyes bzed with a crimson glow, their gaze pierg through the forest’s darkness. Jagged horns adors head, curling menagly, and a of spiky crests adors neck, shoulders, and tail.

  The creature’s presence alo shivers down the spines of Risebelle, Roselle, and Runebelle. It was a terrifying sight, unlike anything they had entered before, and it bore an aura of a power.