The air inside the Grand Rotunda pulsed with violent waves of divine radiance and dark gravitational mana, smelling of scorched marble and ozone.
Fifty feet above the shattered mosaic floor, the vaulted glass dome revealed the red clouds of the apocalypse swirling in a turbulent vortex.
At the center of the chamber, four pillars flared with runic sigils corresponding to the four surface wings of the school.
Corrupted energy streams flowed from the four pillar capitals, converging upon the central dais where Warden Rexar's obsidian throne stood vacant.
"He is using a siphoning array to draw the mana from all four territorial keys," the frost specialist reported over the crystal link from below.
"If the siphon reaches one hundred percent, his D-Rank evolution will stabilize permanently!"
"Then we shatter his array before the siphon completes," the First Player declared, his void blade humming with dark violet energy.
