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The narrator is at the annual magic tournament, where all the wizards, and witches gather to watch their little ones fight to be the best. Marcus White, the student who sat directly next to the judge, produces a violet cluster with a radius of about 6cm. Prince Alex Strage, the son of the King, is asked to compete in the tournament, but pleads with the judge not to make him do it. He decides to form a tier 1 ball, even if it is trash, and when he looks up, he sees a black ball formed in his hands. Everyone around him is shocked and the narrator realizes the gravity of what they have just done.
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'The Silence'

As the tension reached its peak in the grand throne room, the looming presence of the Dark Magician cast a shadow over our hopes of victory. Clad in darkness, their figure seemed to absorb the very essence of the room, filling it with an oppressive aura that sent shivers down our spines.

"Who dares to challenge the might of the Dark Magician?" their voice boomed, reverberating off the walls with an eerie resonance.

Undeterred, I stood tall, the Kingdom's Heart pulsing with radiant energy in my grip. With a steely gaze, I met the Dark Magician's sinister stare.

"We seek only to fulfill the prophecy and bring prosperity to our kingdom," I declared, my voice ringing with authority. "Step aside, Dark Magician, or face the consequences of your folly."

A wicked smile twisted across the Dark Magician's lips as they conjured dark tendrils of magic, filling the room with an ominous presence that seemed to constrict our very breath.

"You are but a naive king, King Alex," they sneered, their voice dripping with malice. "The power of the Kingdom's Heart belongs to me, and I will stop at nothing to claim it for myself."

With a primal cry, Dragona and I lunged into battle, our swords flashing in the dim light as we clashed against the Dark Magician's dark arts. Spells collided with explosive force, filling the air with crackling energy as we fought with every ounce of our being to protect the sacred artifact.

But the Dark Magician proved to be a formidable adversary, their dark magic weaving and twisting with lethal precision. Despite our valiant efforts, Dragona and I found ourselves pushed to the brink, our bodies weary and our resolve tested.

Yet, with each strike, I felt a surge of determination coursing through me, fueled by the knowledge that our cause was just. The prophecy had foretold this moment, and I was determined to see it through to its rightful conclusion.

With a final, decisive blow, I summoned the last vestiges of my strength and struck down the Dark Magician, their form dissolving into wisps of darkness as the echoes of their defeat reverberated throughout the throne room.

Breathless and weary, Dragona and I stood victorious, the Kingdom's Heart pulsating with renewed vigor in my hands. Our journey had been perilous, but we had emerged triumphant, stronger and more resilient than ever before.

Chapter 6: The Dark Mage's Confrontation