A cold wind swept across the towering skyscrapers of Elyndria, the capital city where magic and technology coexisted in a fragile balance. Neon lights pulsed against the darkened sky, their glow reflecting off the shimmering barriers that separated the districts. The city was alive—airships soared above, arcane automatons patrolled the streets, and beneath it all, power shifted in unseen currents.
In a dimly lit training chamber deep within the Arcane Academy, a lone figure stood.
Elian.
Fifteen years old, yet his presence held the weight of something far older. His obsidian-black hair fell messily over his piercing red eyes—eyes that seemed to burn with untapped power. Dressed in a reinforced combat suit lined with intricate runes, he exhaled sharply, his breath forming mist in the cold air.
[System Notification: Daily Training Quest Activated.]
A glowing interface appeared before him, projected from the AI embedded in his mind. His Level-Up System.
Objective:
Channel elemental magic: [0% Completion]
Maintain spell stability: [0% Completion]
Survive.
Elian scoffed. Survive? They made it sound like he was walking into a battlefield rather than another grueling training session.
Then again, in this world, training was war.
The ground beneath him shifted, and suddenly, the chamber erupted with movement. Floating drones armed with spell-enhancing cores surrounded him, each primed to attack. Blue fire crackled to life, crimson lightning flickered between his fingertips, and the air itself grew heavy with raw power.
Time to level up.