The skies above the Verdant Dawn Academy crackled with raw magical energy as the battle between Principal Bartolmew and Ingranad, the Third Prince of the Obsidian Revenants, raged on. The night was ablaze with elemental fury and the ringing clash of steel against arcane barriers. The very air trembled under the force of their fight, sending shockwaves through the battlefield below.
Bartolmew stood firm, his long silver robes fluttering around him as he wove his magic through the air with the practiced ease of an Archmage who had long since mastered his craft. His wrinkled face, aged with wisdom rather than frailty, was alight with an unyielding determination. He had faced many foes in his lifetime—powerful warlocks, monstrous aberrations, and rebellious mage factions—but never had he encountered a creature quite like this.