After completing the task, everyone gathered near their carriage. Everyone tired and wounded going back to their academy. As they enter in academy everyone welcoming them and those who wounded get hospitalized and others went to their rooms for rest, cuz tonight is grand celebration and party.

The warm afternoon sun bathed Isabella’s room in a soft glow, the golden light streaming through the curtains and dancing across her peaceful face. Exhausted from her recent tasks, she lay sound asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily. Outside, the gentle chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves painted a picture of serenity.

The quiet was broken as her bedroom door creaked open, the sound almost imperceptible. A shadow slipped inside, a hooded figure moving with practiced stealth. It was Arathor. His face remained hidden beneath the deep folds of his cloak, but his sharp, watchful eyes glinted in the dim light.

He paused, listening intently to ensure no one was nearby. Satisfied, he crept closer to Isabella’s bed, each step careful and deliberate. Pulling a small device from his cloak, he studied it briefly. The Bloodstone Artifact glinted in the sunlight, a brooch-like creation of gold and silver, its blood-red gemstone faintly pulsing with a sinister light. Attached to it was a nearly invisible needle, designed for one purpose: to draw blood silently and without pain.

Arathor knelt beside Isabella’s bed and extended her wrist gently. His hands were steady as he inserted the fine needle just below her skin. The gemstone flared slightly, absorbing her blood. The process was so quiet, it seemed like a dream, until Isabella stirred.

Her lashes fluttered as her eyes cracked open, her vision hazy. A faint sensation tugged at her wrist. Her gaze landed on the cloaked figure hunched beside her bed, and her heart lurched.

“W-what’s going on?” Isabella murmured, her voice weak and confused.

Arathor stiffened, his head snapping toward her. His cold, calculating eyes met hers briefly before he acted. With a sharp tug, he pulled the needle free and bolted toward the window.

The sudden movement knocked over a small table, the crash echoing loudly in the still room. Isabella sat up with effort, her hand clutching her wrist where the needle had pierced her.

“Who are you?” she managed to gasp, her voice stronger now, anger laced in her tone.

Arathor didn’t answer. As he climbed out the window, sunlight caught on a ring on his finger,a distinctive piece Isabella immediately recognized. Her heart sank as realization hit her.

“Arathor?” she whispered, disbelief and fury colliding in her mind.

By the time she struggled to her feet and reached the window, he was gone, leaving behind only questions and a growing fire of determination.

Isabella leaned back against the wall, her head spinning from the sudden blood loss. She pressed a hand to her chest, steadying her breath. Whatever Arathor was planning, she wouldn’t let it go unanswered.

Her eyes narrowed. “You’ll regret this, Arathor,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Grand Hall was a vision of magnificence, designed to evoke awe and wonder. It stood as the heart of Mecatopia, an architectural marvel brought to life by centuries of magic and craftsmanship. Its towering arched doors, carved from dark mahogany, bore intricate scenes of ancient battles, mythical creatures, and moments of heroism. As the doors swung open, they revealed a space filled with light, music, and magic.

The hall glowed under countless floating chandeliers, their enchanted crystals refracting light into every corner of the room. A soft hum of magic resonated in the air, blending with the harmony of strings and flutes played by unseen musicians. The music flowed like an unseen river, adding a touch of serenity to the joyous atmosphere.

The walls were adorned with deep blue velvet drapes embroidered with golden constellations, while tapestries between them depicted the rich history of Mecatopia. The floor was a polished mosaic of white and gold marble, its centerpiece a phoenix rising from the ashes, so lifelike it seemed to shimmer and move beneath the guests' feet.

Tables spread across the hall were laden with platters of exquisite dishes, from roasted meats to fresh fruits and glowing pastries infused with magic. Goblets shimmered with beverages that sparkled and changed color. Exotic flowers in tall vases gave off a faint luminescent glow, their fragrance mingling with the aroma of the feast.

Guests filled the space, their attire as splendid as the hall itself. Students, professors, and their families shared laughter and stories as they awaited the evening's events. Maria’s mother stood by the mirror-lined walls, her elegance unmistakable, while Aunt Jenna, always poised, smiled warmly as she observed the gathering. Near the center of the hall, Siren Grams and Felix’s mother shared whispered conversations, their anticipation mirrored in their sparkling eyes.

The professors occupied a long table at the front, each radiating their unique presence.

Professor Adams, at the center, embodied both mystery and authority. His black velvet robes with silver arcane embroidery shimmered faintly in the candlelight. As he conversed with the others, his piercing gaze surveyed the room, taking in every detail.

Professor Viperscale, draped in her emerald gown that caught the light like scales, sat with her signature composed intensity. Her sharp green eyes flicked between conversations, always observant.

Lady Greenleaf, in her floral gown, brought a natural grace to the room. Tiny enchanted flowers continued to bloom along the edges of her attire, and her warm demeanor drew many students and parents alike.

At another table sat groups of students, their faces filled with excitement and pride. The task they had completed, a monumental feat of teamwork and determination, was being celebrated tonight. Aurora and Isabella’s seats remained empty, adding a touch of suspense to the gathering.

The room quieted as Professor Adams stepped onto the grand stage, a symbol of power and respect. The stage’s backdrop, a glowing night sky enchanted to mimic the constellations, shifted slightly as he approached the podium. He raised a hand, and the soft music faded, leaving only the murmurs of expectation.

“Good evening, everyone,” his deep voice carried effortlessly through the hall, commanding silence. “Tonight, we gather not only to celebrate the triumphs of our students but also the enduring spirit of Mecatopia itself. Each of you, students, families, and colleagues, represents a legacy that shapes our future.”

Applause rippled through the crowd, warm and eager.

“As we honor the completion of this year’s monumental task,” he continued, “we look forward to what lies ahead. To the challenges, the victories, and the bonds that grow stronger with each passing moment.”

“Students, it’s time to call the names of those who have achieved greatness. Let the ceremony begin!”

The grand doors swung open with a flourish, and the first to enter was Isabella Valeria.

Professor Adams: "Please welcome, Isabella Valeria, the leader of the 1st-year Dynamic Group!"

Isabella stepped through the doors, every eye in the room drawn to her. She wore a stunning deep sapphire blue gown, adorned with intricate beadwork that sparkled like stars. The fitted bodice highlighted her elegance, and the voluminous skirt flowed gracefully as she walked. Her silver-platinum hair cascaded in loose waves, a delicate tiara resting on her head. She locked eyes on Aunt Jenna, her lips curving into a soft smile. Aunt jenna gave her a flying kiss.

Professor Adams: "Next, Aurora Rubyrose!"

Aurora entered with a quiet poise, wearing an emerald green gown that shimmered like dew-kissed leaves. The plunging neckline and lace sleeves added a bold touch to her appearance. Her hair was styled in a loose braid crowned with tiny emerald jewels. Her presence exuded confidence as she joined Isabella on the stage.

Professor Adams: "Sirela Sombra!"

Sirela glided into the hall, her lavender gown flowing like ocean waves. Silver embroidery ran along the edges, catching the light as she moved. Her sleek, high bun was adorned with a small, shining pearl pin, a nod to her siren heritage. Felix Moonsclaw’s gaze softened as he watched her, a flicker of something unspoken crossing his face.

Professor Adams: "Felix Moonsclaw!"

Felix strode in with a relaxed charm, his tailored black tuxedo with a maroon bow tie highlighting his confident yet easygoing nature. His playful grin brought a lighthearted air to the stage as he smiled at Sirela before taking his place.

Professor Adams: "Lysandra Adams!"

Lysandra entered with a bright, cheerful energy. Her soft peach gown had a sweetheart neckline and delicate floral details that trailed down the skirt. Her gold brown hair was styled in loose curls, small flowers woven through the strands. She beamed as she joined her friends on stage, her warm aura lighting up the room.

Professor Adams: "Please welcome Maria Myrtle, the leader of the 2nd-year Magicians Group!"

Maria walked in with a regal air, her crimson gown flowing dramatically behind her. Gold accents ran along the edges, shimmering with each step. Her hair was styled in an elegant chignon, a gold necklace resting at her throat. She nodded curtly to the crowd before taking her seat.

Professor Adams: "Angelina Marshall!"

Angelina strode in confidently, her silver gown catching every flicker of light. The high neckline and long sleeves gave her a sleek, modern look. Her jet-black hair framed her face in straight, glossy locks, her dark eyes scanning the room with a touch of mischief.

Professor Adams: "Nancy Peter!"

Nancy entered with a soft smile, her pink lace gown flowing delicately with each step. Her loose waves were adorned with a jeweled hairpin, adding a touch of elegance. She waved at a few familiar faces before joining her group.

Professor Nocturnis: "Finally, the leaders of our 3rd-year teams: Team A, Dynamic; Team B, Magicians; and Team C, LoneWolf!" After there intro. Professor said "Before announcing the winners, I must reveal the prize."

With a flourish, he removed the cloth, unveiling a glowing amulet.

The amulet is made of gold and shaped like a dragon in mid-flight, its wings spread wide. The eyes of the dragon are set with small, fiery rubies that glow with an inner light. The chain is delicate but strong, made of interlocking links that shimmer with a golden hue.

Professor Adams began "The winning team will receive the Dragon Amulet, a powerful artifact that grants its wearer protection against fire and enhances their magical abilities." Everyone clapping

Meanwhile, the room waited with bated breath, eager to see which team would claim victory.