Isabel felt into her slept with her head resting on her hand. Her breath starts to descend into a small and constant rhythm that echoing in the small room. And outside the hall, were sparsely lights that are desperate to fill the grand hallway with its brightness. And silence filled the hall, painted everything with its strange atmosphere. But for someone at the Arcanium, their mind had reach somewhere unreal and unbound by this mortal realm.
She found herself wandering in the Unknown, seeing columns that itself pierce the sky above her head. Each of those columns was bigger than the Arcanium, and on it was thousand of deep lines that formed unknown letters, runes, and images. But these gigantic columns are not the only thing that is spectacular at this place.Above her, the sky was without its mysterious veil, showing its beauty with thousands if not millions of starts decorated across the night sky. The constellation with various name in various cultures shaped the vivid images across the night sky. Suddenly, a strong wind blew through her place, sending her off from this spectacle night. But the woman, although delicate seems unaware of her inevitable death as she is going to use her body to paint the enormous column with her flesh. She desperately tried to hold on something, only to be cut by small pebbles in the wind. She shed her tears, only to be engulfed by the ember in it. And she bleeds with the one, giving it life. Only for the harsh storm to increase its speed. And it turned, encircle like a serpent before heading straight to the largest and tallest column. But the woman, although delicate seems unaware of her inevitable death as she is going to slam the enormous column with her body. And then, there was nothing. Only the howling serpent traveling in this magnificent word.
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	Isabel opened her eyes because of the constant knocking noise coming from the wooden. Slowly, Isabel lifted herself up from the table and reach the wooden door, only to see a paper. On it, were her class and her teacher. Apparently, the Headmistress had decided to assign her in “Magical Application Class” by Mistress Lunillia, a Master in Rune Application. Thinking about all the knowledge that she can absorb from her head teacher excited Isabel a little bit, giving there is now a small smirk across her face. Despite her excitement for what her new teacher, Isabel still take her time to dress in her casual black dress and heading to the Hall to have a small breakfast, before going to her head teacher class and relieved that apparently, she was not late for her first class. Isabel hardens her fist and takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. The door was hard and heavy, like her heart right now, uncertain of what is going to come next.