The Second batch of the Instructors are the Magic Tutors….
Protheus turned to the second formation—golems clad in flowing robes etched with glowing sigils. Their eyes burned with ancient knowledge, and they stood with quiet power that made the very air feel charged.
He gestured now to a second group of golems, robed and luminous, subtle in their power, yet commanding in presence.
"These are your magic tutors. They will help you unlock and control the magic within you," Protheus said. "They are experts in spellcasting, mana control, and elemental combat. They are also Masters of essence, force, illusion, and light. Where the combat instructors shape your bodies—these ones will shape your soul. Each of them specializes in a different aspect of magic."
He gestured to the graceful figure with a silver staff and a radiant core pulsing in her chest.
Her silver robe shimmered with waterlike threads, and her eyes held the calm of starlit lakes. Runes circled her wrists and neckline, glowing softly.
"Instructor Althaea will teach you spell control and mana shaping," Protheus said, pointing to a golem whose eyes glowed with a faint blue light. "Althaea will help you learn how to manage your mana, shape it, and control the flow of power. Without control, magic can be a dangerous thing."
He continued "Patricia Gomez, your fire magic will benefit from control and structure. Next is Erika Lim, your illusion magic requires finesse and stability. Althaea will help you refine what others cannot see."
The two girls stepped forward slightly, already feeling a pull to the instructor who radiated both wisdom and calm.
Beside Althaea stood a silver-robed golem whose eyes flickered like twin flames. Sparks danced at her fingertips.
"Instructor Vaelrya," Protheus introduced, "is a master of offensive magic. She commands the destructive arts. She is the inferno that razes cities, the blizzard that swallows armies. Under her, you will not only burn, you will devastate."
Protheus continue to give instructions "Kevin Fajardo, your fire support and ranged power will flourish under her direction. Next is Nolan Suarez, your ice magic demands not just power, but ruthless precision. Vaelrya will forge you into elemental weapons."
Kevin nodded firmly. Nolan, quiet as ever, simply met Vaelrya's gaze and gave a silent nod.
Next came a Tall-lithe golem surrounded by shimmering light, her white robe drifting as though underwater.
"This is Instructor Lythiel," said Protheus. "A guardian in every sense. She shapes barriers stronger than steel, calls shields out of air, and can hold an army at bay with a word. Her magic is defense incarnate."
Protheus continue to give instructions "Clarisse Padilla, your defensive magic will blossom under her teaching. Next is Brian Torres, though you command the earth, you must learn to shield and protect as well as strike. Lythiel will ensure your magic stands firm."
Clarisse smiled faintly, a flicker of excitement breaking through her normally composed demeanor. Brian folded his arms and stared at Lythiel with a nod of respect.
And lastly came the softest light, the warmest presence. Her aura shimmered with gold and green, and flowers bloomed where her feet touched the soil.
"And finally," said Protheus, turning to a graceful figure surrounded by gentle golden green light, "Instructor Sylvanna. She is the heart of healing magic and support enchantments. She can healer, enchanter and ligthbearer.
Protheus continue to say "Sofia Dela Cruz—your gift is still new, but under Sylvanna, it will flourish. Angela Reyes, your support magic will become the backbone of any formation. Next are Denise Bautista and Liza Ramirez—both of you will walk the healer's path."
Sofia Dela Cruz, Denise Bautista, Angela Reyes, and Liza Ramirez all stepped forward, drawn to the nurturing presence of Instructor Sylvanna. Abby Suarez lingered for a moment, caught between the soft pull of healing magic and the hardened edge of battle. But her hands rested on her dagger and light bow, tools meant not for sanctuary, but for precision and movement.
Protheus turned to her, eyes knowing. "Abby, your path lies not with the healers, but with the bow and blade. Instructor Sylrieth will hone your instincts, sharpen your speed, and teach you to strike where it matters most."
Abby gave a slow nod, stepping away from Sylvanna's gentle glow and taking her place beside Sylrieth, where strength met swiftness under a tempered eye.
At last, Protheus turned to the final trio, taller than the others, their features serene, their bodies faintly glowing with restorative energy.
"These are your Healers," he said. "Not instructors in battle, but protectors during your journey. They will not only mend your wounds—they will monitor your growth, your wellbeing, your mind and spirit."
The first bowed, a smooth voice emanating from his core.
"This is Instructor Caelum," said Protheus. "He is a master of immediate combat healing—bone, flesh, muscle, all repaired in moments."
Beside him stood a figure with green-tinted crystal woven into its chest.
"Instructor Serael specializes in long-term recovery, internal restoration, and cleansing magic. Poisons, exhaustion, and mental strain—none are beyond her."
And lastly, a golem cloaked in shimmering silver stepped forward. Unlike the others, his gaze was not on the body, but the heart.
"Instructor Nythorel," Protheus said, his tone gentling, "will care for your minds and memories. War leaves more than broken bones—it leaves shadows in your hearts. Nythorel will help carry the weight you cannot."
The courtyard fell silent. The teenagers stood there, some visibly moved, others tense with anticipation.
"These instructors will not coddle you," Protheus said at last. "But they will never abandon you. They will break you if they must but only so you can become warriors worthy to protect this world, and perhaps… the next"
Silence reigned, heavy and reverent. Twenty teenagers stood before their future, and twenty stared back—each ready, in their own way, to begin.
He looked to Rafael, the quiet leader who had already stepped forward once.
"When do we start?" Rafael asked, his voice steady and firm.
Protheus smiled slightly, the barest flicker of warmth beneath his otherwise commanding presence.
"Now," he said. "Time is our enemy. Your training will begin today."
And as the sun climbed higher in the sky, the courtyard stirred with the beginning of something great.
Something powerful.
Something that could change the fate of the world.