The moment the magical sigils lit up beneath their feet, the world warped and shimmered. In a flash of prismatic light, the ten chosen students vanished from the Beastridge mountain and appeared, scattered, deep within the veiled expanse of the Inner Sanctum.
The Inner Sanctum was vast—an ancient, mystical realm hidden deep within Beastridge Mountain. Shrouded in luminescent mist, the air shimmered with dense mana. The sky here pulsed with magical auroras that danced like divine silk. The terrain stretched wide and varied: icy cliffs, floating islands, golden fields, dark forests, and deep crystal caves—each infused with elemental energies and ancient life forces.
[Day 1 – Morning]
Aiden found himself on a luminous hilltop bathed in sunlight, despite the absence of any visible sun. Flowers glowed faintly, and in the center stood a silver-horned creature—an Alicorn with wings of light.
Its voice rang in his mind like chimes, "Light is not in strength but in intent. Show me yours."
