The walls around the teachers shimmered like waves, and suddenly, the dark room began to change. Glowing runes appeared on the walls. The floor turned into white marble laced with gold and obsidian. Giant windows opened in the air, showing books flying like birds and magical lights dancing in the sky.
It wasn't just a room anymore.
It was a **Magical Academy**—one hidden in another realm.
Miss Ifra stepped forward, confused. "Where… where are we?"
Miss Mariya Aktar's eyes narrowed. "This is ancient magic. Forgotten magic."
A voice echoed from the shadows.
"You like it? I created this illusion just for you."
From the far end, the mysterious girl walked out—older, darker, but still wearing a school uniform.
Miss Aneela raised her hand. "You tricked us. Where are the students?"
The girl smirked. "Somewhere between your world… and their mind."
Then, without warning—
She attacked.
A surge of black lightning shot toward the teachers.
Miss Aneeza summoned a shield of pure light, blocking it just in time.
Miss Ifra cast a barrier rune in mid-air while Miss Aneela sent back a bolt of flame.
The room **shook** with the force of their magic.
Books exploded off shelves. The air cracked like thunder.
The girl moved like a shadow—fast, fierce, untraceable. Her magic twisted the very walls. Illusions, darkness, mirrors of pain.
But the teachers… were not ordinary.
**Miss Mariya Aktar** chanted a forgotten spell. Her voice echoed like bells through the halls.
"Ya Hayyu, Ya Qayyum... open the seal of truth!"
A silver circle formed beneath her. The ground shook. Chains of light wrapped around the girl, pinning her in mid-air.
She screamed.
But with a burst of power, she shattered the chains. Her eyes glowed red.
"I WAS CHOSEN! I WAS MADE FOR THIS!"
Miss Ifra narrowed her eyes. "No. You were stolen. Turned into a weapon."
The fight grew wilder—walls split open, magic tore through the sky, and the floor melted into mist.
The girl summoned shadow clones, each laughing in her voice.
Miss Aneeza conjured blades of air, slicing them apart.
Miss Mariya called out, "Together!"
All teachers unleashed their powers in one final wave—light, truth, memory, and heart.
The girl collapsed, breathing hard, her mask cracked.
Just then… the air turned cold.
A man stepped through a glowing doorway—elegant, calm, dressed too perfectly, eyes emotionless.
The teachers turned, ready to fight again.
But the girl, kneeling and trembling, whispered:
"He's here…"
The man walked forward, his footsteps echoing like time itself.
"Miss Sora did well,"he said coldly. "But you were never her."
The girl looked up in confusion. "W-What?"
His smile faded. "You're not Minha."
Before anyone could speak, he raised his hand.
A sharp burst of dark energy pierced her chest. She gasped, eyes wide in pain and betrayal.
She fell to the ground. Silent. Still.
Miss Aneela shouted, "Why?! She wasn't even—"
He turned slowly toward them. "Because mistakes must be erased. She was not part of the true design. She tried to play the role of Minha… but only the real one can carry the mission."
Then, without another word, he stepped into the light and vanished, leaving the broken body behind.
The teachers stood frozen, their hearts heavy.
And in the silence that followed…
A whisper echoed across the magical walls:
"The game has only just begun…"
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To be continued...