The mention of spies immediately caught the attention of the mages, and their heated argument subsided as they turheir full focus to An, the mage with fiery-red hair. They shifted from frustration to , and they exged worried gnces.

  Mage D, a seasoned mage with a stern demeanor, stepped forward and asked, “What do you mean by ‘spies,’ An? Are you suggesting that there might be infiltrators among us?”

  An gave a wry smile, his emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I’m not suggesting anything,” he replied cryptically. “I just happeo overhear some ‘iing ’ versations while I was away. You see, not everyone is as loyal to the Magical Academy as you might think. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing myself when I stumbled upon their little gathering. They were talking about sharing information with that Dr. Kintovar. “

  The revetion about potential spies sharing information with Dr. Kintovar sent shockwaves through the group of mages. Their looks shifted from to deep worry, and anxious murmurs rippled through their ranks.

  Mage E, who had earlier left to clear his head, retur the sound of this arming news. “Spies? Sharing information with Dr. Kintovar?” he excimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. “That’s a disaster waiting to happen! We ’t let our secrets fall into her hands!”

  Mage F nodded vigorously in agreement. “If Dr. Kintains access to our knowledge and magical research, it could jeopardize the entire academy,” he added.

  Mage G, who had also left with the others, returned with a sense ency. “We o identify these traitors immediately,” he decred, “We ’t afford to let uard down with the Maractors.”

  As An tio speak to the group of mages about the potential spies, Risebelle seized the moment. She activated her on in silencer mode, making it nearly impossible for the others to hear the faint humming of her on. With swift and precise movements, she aimed her on at the mages who were engaged in the discussion.

  Roselle and Runebelle watched in silent as Risebelle began to elimihe mages one by one, her shots striking with deadly accuracy. The mages who had been talking about sharing information with Dr. Kintovar didn’t even have a ce to react.

  The first mage to fall was Mage D, who had been the most vocal about the potential spies. His eyes widened in shock as he colpsed, a small, smoking hole in his robe where the shot had struck. Before the others could fully prehend what was happening, Risebelle’s on found its arget, and ane fell silently.

  Panid fusioed among the mages as they witheir rades falling one by one, seemingly without warning. They scrambled for cover, and shouted in arm as they tried to make sense of the sudden chaos.

  Mage E shouted, “Get down! Take cover!” as he dove behind a nearby tree, his heart pounding with fear.

  Mage F frantically cast a protective barrier around himself, his hands trembling as he tried to shield against the uhreat.

  Mage G, his eyes wide with terror, sed the surroundings, searg for any sign of the assaint.

  An, the mage with fiery-red hair, looked deadly serious as he followed the trajectory of the shots, his emerald eyes narrowing. He khey were utack, and he had to act quickly to protect himself and the remaining mages.

  Risebelle leaned closer to Roselle with a whisper , “Roselle, you distract the red-haired one? I need a clear shot.”

  Roselle nodded, with clear uanding of the game pn.

  Roselle moved stealthily through the forest to a position where she would be right infront of them. She fired her massive on, the deafening bst echoed through the clearing, and her shots hit their marks with deadly precision. Several mages fell, their robes smoking with gigantic holes in their bodies from the impact as they fell lifeless. The sudden attack sent shockwaves through the remaining mages, and they scrambled for cover.

  Meanwhile, the red-haired mage, An, had his attention firmly fixed on Roselle as she unleashed her devastating shots. His emerald eyes widened with surprise as the on fire rained down upon their group.

  Roselle aimed a Shot at An. An’s face shifted from surprise to a gre. He muttered a few intations under his breath, and a fiery aura enveloped him. Fmes danced around his body as he eled his affinity for fire.

  With a fierce growl, he unleashed a torrent of fmes in all dires, creating a bzing inferno that ed the on bsts and pushed back Roselle’s attacks. The fire roared around him, f a protective barrier that shielded him from harm.

  An’s eyes locked onto Roselle, “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to take me down, mage.”

  Roselle emerged from the shadows, her on held at the ready. Despite the fmes that surrounded An, she remained posed and focused. Her yellow hair cascaded around her as she stepped forward with fire in her eyes.

  As the fmes tio swirl around him, An’s keen observation led him to a realization. He reized that Roselle had no magical aura nature. She cked the telltale signs of a mage. His emerald eyes narrowed as he spoke, “You’re no ordinary mage, are you?”

  Roselle, still holding her massive on, didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she locked eyes with An. Her silence firmed his suspi: she was indeed not a traditional mage.

  “You afford not to respond, but you hahis?”

  An pulled back his fist, fmes swirling around it, he unched a fiery punch towards Roselle. Quick to react, Roselle positioned her massive on as a makeshift shield, brag herself for the impact.

  The fiery punch collided with the on, creating a dispy of sparks and fmes upon tact. The force of the attack pushed Roselle back, her feet skidding against the ground as she struggled to maintaiance.

  Risebelle and Runebelle, moving with a purpose, dashed over to reach the Maractor, which was still surrounded by its magical barrier. Risebelle pced her hands gently on the barrier, her fingers lightly trag its surface. She closed her eyes, fog oask at hand.

  Runebelle watched her older sister with curiosity as she tinued her efforts.

  Risebelle began to trate, attempting to unlock the magical barrier as Dr. Kintovar had suggested.

  With a deep focus on her objective, she whispered to herself, “Unlock the door, disrupt the flow of mana, a tic...”

  She could feel the flow of mana within it, like a web of intricate threads. With a deep breath, she eled her own magito the barrier, seeking to disrupt its trol.

  Runebelle pced her hand on the barrier as well, adding her own magic to the effort.

  The synized efforts of Risebelle and Runebelle yielded results. The barrier surrounding the Maractor showed visible signs of destabilization as their magic flowed into it. It was as if the barrier itself was struggling to maintain its iy in the face of their bined power.

  Suddenly, a system message appeared in their minds:

  System: Ability Unlocked: Hag

  This ability allows you to manipute and disable magical barriers and systems by using your own magic to override the barrier.

  Risebelle and Runebelle exged surprised gheir eyes widening with realization. With this power of hag, they tiheir efforts to breato the barrier, fog their magic with eveer precision and i.

  As they did so, the barrier’s resistance weakened further, and cracks began to appear on its surface. It was only a matter of time before they successfully disabled the Maractor’s protective field and pleted their mission.

  With a final surge of magic, the barrier shattered into a shower of shimmering fragments. Risebelle and Runebelle had successfully disabled the Maractor’s protective field, leaving it vulnerable and exposed.

  At the same moment, Roselle faced off against An in a fierce battle. An’s mastery over fire magic was evident as he unleashed a torrent of fmes, pushing Roselle bad knog her massive on out of her hands. The on cttered to the ground, leaving her momentarily defenseless.

  Uerred, An closed the distaween them, his fists wreathed in bzing fire. He struck out with swift and precise movements, aiming to nd blows on Roselle. The fmes danced around his fists, creating a deadly bination of fire and physical strikes.

  Roselle, despite being onless, didn’t back down. She dodged and weaved, using her agility to evade An’s fiery punches.

  Despite being physically overmatched, Roselle’s bat instincts kept her in the fight. Her blue eyes locked onto An’s emerald ones, and she spoke with vi, “I won’t let you stop us!”

  An’s lips curled into a slight smile as he tio trade blows with Roselle. “You’re a tough one, I’ll give you that,” he replied.

  Risebelle shouted “NOW!!!!” loudly. Risebelle’s shout echoed through the clearing, a signal to Roselle that the moment had arrived. Roselle summoned her remaining strength, her feet kig out to break free from An’s fiery grip. It was a move he didn’t expect.

  Roselle’s sudden burst of strength caught An off guard, and for a moment, he was stunned by her surprising maneuver. It was all the opening she needed.

  With a swift and fluid motion, Roselle retrieved her massive on and unleashed a rapid barrage of shots towards the exposed Maractor. The Powerful bsts struck the device with unerring accuracy.

  An, rec from his momentary surprise, attempted to stop Roselle and pce a barrier around the Maractor, but it was too te. The Maractor, weakened by the removal of its protective barrier, could not withstand even the first shot of the onsught. With a deafening explosion, it erupted in a burst of magical energy, sending shockwaves rippling through the clearing.

  The explosion of the Maractor was immense, creating a powerful shockwave that sent mages and debris flying in all dires. The clearing was now a chaotic battlefield, with the remnants of the barrier and the Maractor scattered about.

  As the smoke and dust began to settle, the mages who had survived the explosion struggled tain their footing. An, still rec from Roselle’s surprise attack, found himself ko the ground by the force of the explosion.

  Risebelle and Runebelle emerged from the smoke, their forms unscathed. Risebelle wore a triumphant smile as she looked at the destroyed Maractor.

  “One down, three to go,” she decred.

  An quickly got to his feet, his emerald eyes burning with rage. He wasted no time in rallying the surviving mages. “Don’t let them escape!” he shouted, “We ’t let them destroy the remaining Maractors!”

  The mages, shaken, began troup and follow An’s orders. They unleashed a barrage of spells and attacks in an attempt to stop Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle from getting away.

  The trio of sisters moved swiftly, dodging spells and projectiles as they retreated from the chaotic battlefield. They were ready to plete their mission and disable the remaining Maractors.

  As the mages gave chase, Risebelle, with quick thinking and magical skill, released a slippery blue energy substao the forest floor behind them. It created a slick surface that would prove difficult to traverse.

  Several of the pursuing mages, caught off guard by the ued obstacle, lost their footing and tumbled to the ground. They struggled tain their bance, slipping and sliding on the slippery surface, effectively slowing them down.

  Meanwhile, An, always a step ahead, reized the danger and came to a sudden halt, preventing himself from falling into the trap. His gaze remained fixed on the sisters as they tiheir escape with growing frustration.

  “They got away,” he muttered under his breath.

  Meanwhile, Dr. Kintovar ventured deeper into the forest. The dense foliage and t trees created an eerie atmosphere, and her senses were on high alert. She khat the Maractor she sought was hidden somewhere in this part of the Mystic Forest.

  Suddenly, two hooded figures emerged from the shadows, blog her path. The hooded mages, their faces obscured by their cloaks.

  One of them stepped forward and sounded muffled by the hood while they spoke. “Dr. Kintovar,” she said, her toant but resolute, “we’ve been expeg you.”