[INT. LIGHT SCHOOL – HEADMASTER'S CHAMBER – TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE COMPETITION]
The early morning sun filtered through golden crystal panes, painting the floor in divine hues.
Elarion stood at his desk, five scrolls in hand — each bearing the official seal of a Divine School.
He'd just broken the last one open.
His eyes moved swiftly over the words. A calm breath followed.
> Elarion (thinking):
"So… they finally sent the request."
> "All five schools.
Twenty students each."
He placed the scrolls in order, lips twitching upward in a knowing smile.
> Elarion:
"They planned this long ago…
but waited until two weeks before the event."
He didn't speak the thought aloud — but the truth hummed behind his eyes:
> Even if they told me earlier… I couldn't prepare ten more students strong enough in only two weeks.
> They knew that.
> And they knew I'd accept anyway.
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[INT. LIGHT SCHOOL – STRATEGY TOWER – LATER THAT DAY]
The entire senior faculty gathered — instructors, division leaders, and elite tacticians.
> Elarion (to the council):
"As of today, each of the five Divine Schools will enter 20 students into the competition."
> "They've chosen balance.
So we'll honor it."
Murmurs echoed around the hall.
> Instructor Kael:
"Headmaster… that's 100 students to our 10.
Are we certain this is wise?"
> Elarion (nodding):
"It was never meant to be fair."
> "It was meant to be decisive."
> "And our ten… include eight heirs of divinity."
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[INT. LIGHT SCHOOL – TRAINING COMPLEX]
Lyrion, Veloria, Kairo, Syleria, Sylion, Aria, Auron, Cyra, Ray, and Rika all stood in their designated circle — the Elite Squad.
Around them, spell formations blazed, simulation battles raged, and trial monsters were summoned in rapid succession.
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> Veloria (panting):
"The pressure's different now."
> Lyrion:
"Because it's not just strength we're proving anymore."
> "It's our right to carry a legacy."
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Training Montage:
Veloria trained in a time-distortion arena under layers of accelerated seconds. Her challenge was to maintain composure while the environment warped unpredictably around her. Her mastery of fine control had grown — she was no longer reacting to time. She was directing it.
Kairo and Syleria summoned dual-element storms to fight projection copies of top-tier elemental elites.
Sylion and Aria trained in variable-gravity zones, syncing mind and motion.
Auron and Cyra led a strategy sim — turning a losing battle into flawless victory using terrain manipulation and swarm tactics.
Ray and Rika refined movement magic and martial coordination under Drael's returning guidance.
Lyrion trained solo — a divine seal appearing over his back, his powers coiling beneath the surface like light waiting to strike.
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[INT. HALL OF ANNOUNCEMENTS – LATE EVENING]
Elarion stood alone once again.
A knock echoed.
A white-robed messenger bowed deeply and handed him a velvet box. Inside were six perfectly rolled divine scrolls — radiant with divine script.
> Elarion (low):
"So they're truly coming."
He opened the first:
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> To Headmaster Elarion – School of Light,
We, the Light God Alarion and the Light Goddess Lyria, shall attend the upcoming Divine School Competition in full presence.
We offer no interference, no guidance, only observance.
Let the world see the future with its own eyes.
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The next scroll:
> From the Time God Aion and the Time Maiden Aestra:
"Veloria shall stand as time's pivot.
We shall watch her steps."
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One by one, he read the rest:
The Elemental Gods pledging to witness Kairo's flame.
The Space Gods, silent but firm.
The Living Creation Gods, proud and curious.
The Nonliving Creation Gods, cold but present.
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Elarion rolled the final scroll with a reverent pause.
He looked out the tower window, to the horizon where six realms blurred into one.
> Elarion (whispering):
"They're not just watching.
They're judging."
> "And not only the students."
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TO BE CONTINUED...