"What… is that…?" a mage whispered.
"Impossible…" another murmured.
"Is that really — no, no. It can't be."
Every eye in the arena widened.
No one had expected what they saw.
There was only one among the many who remained calm in the situation, smiling mischievously.
"I knew it." Magister Dango nodded, satisfied.
...
The magical sentries hovered in the perfect circle, each radiating a distinct aura that made the atmosphere so intense for a living being.
"Fire..."
The first Sentry glowed with crimson flames, flickering and pouring heat that could burn through stone steadily around it.
"Water..."
The second birthed shimmering azure liquid, which constantly shifted and curled as if it were a fragment of the ocean with consciousness.
"Air..."
The third sentry swirled with silver wind, a spinning vortex of cutting air currents that howled like a trapped storm.
"Earth..."
