The moonlit sky, once silver-stained and serene, suddenly dimmed without warning—its ethereal glow swallowed by an ominous veil of unnatural darkness.
One by one, the obscure stars blinked out, as if something ancient and hungry had taken hold of the heavens. The change was subtle at first, like the slow drawing of a curtain, until it blanketed the entire sky in a murky, starless gloom.
Within the outer training arena, a vast, dome-shaped structure forged from enchanted cancrinite and reinforced by celestial runes, the apprentices were in the midst of their Level B training. Unlike the flashy spellwork of earlier levels, Level B demanded focus, precision, and reverence.
Here, they were being taught how to awaken and safely manipulate ancient, legal runes—arcane sigils so powerful they were once used to anchor peace treaties between warring realms and sealed corrupted gods beneath the earth.
