The man moved with the grace of a predator, his steps cautious and deliberate. He tiptoed across the cobblestone floor, his boots barely making a sound as he made his way to the dungeon. His eyes darted around, scanning the area for any signs of danger, his hand always at the ready to draw his sword if needed.As Prof. Craig approached the dungeon gates, his expression was tense and urgent, his eyes scanning the guards for any signs of trouble. When the guards recognized him, they quickly unlocked the gates, allowing him to pass through without delay.Once inside, Prof. Craig wasted no time in making his way to Lance's cell. His fingers fumbled nervously in his robes as he searched for the keys to unlock the door. But just as he was about to call out Lance's name and free him, he was met with an unbelievable sight. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him.*** Lance paced back and forth in his cramped cell, his steps echoing off the cold stone walls. He couldn't s
Lance stared with a gaping mouth at the vanished wall, his heart racing with anxiety and excitement. As Lance stood there in the silent room, he was torn. On one hand, he was desperate to leave the dungeon and return to the safety of his dorm room, to go back to classes, to meet Glenda, and spend time together with her and his friends, play games, and listen to their taunts. On the other hand, he was greatly disturbed, considering if he was to be found roaming around and free, more allegations would be levelled on him. As he debated his next move, he heard the sound of keys jingling. His heart leaped into his throat, and he spun around to face the entrance of the room. It was then that he saw Prof. Craig standing there, his expression one of shock and horror.For a moment, neither of them spoke. Lance could see how wide Prof. Craig's eyes were as he stared at the vanished wall. Lance was about to explain when Prof. Craig asked in what was a whisper, asking him what had happened here
Biden sat on his throne, the evening light streaming through the windows and casting a warm glow across the room. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew in, causing his black robes to billow out behind him like dark wings.As Mr. Einstein approached him, Biden's eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into an evil grin. "Tell me, my loyal servant," he said in a low, menacing voice. "What havoc have you wrought at Wiccan Academy?"Mr. Einstein bowed deeply. "My lord," he said, "I have successfully placed Professor Blackwood under my spell. He stands motionless at this very moment, awaiting your command."Biden's grin widened as he looked over at Professor Blackwood, who stood frozen in place with a vacant expression on his face.Biden let out a loud, malicious cackle. "Excellent work, Mr. Einstein," he said, his eyes flickering from his servant to the frozen professor. "And what of Professor Trevor?"Mr. Einstein hesitated before speaking. "I'm afraid he is in critical condition, my lord. The
As Prof. Blackwood slowly got to his feet, he grimaced and let out a low groan of pain. He clutched his chest tightly, trying to will away the sharp ache that pulsed through his body. Mr. Einstein's muttering grew more urgent, his words barely audible over the roaring of the portal as it grew wider and wider. Suddenly, with a surge of magical energy, the portal burst open, revealing a swirling vortex of purple light."By the powers of the ancients, I call upon the strength of the elements to close this portal!" shouted Prof. Blackwood, his wand held aloft. With a fierce determination, he unleashed a powerful spell that crackled through the air, striking the portal head-on. The swirling vortex shuddered and faltered as if struggling against the force of Prof. Blackwood's magic.As the portal began to close, Prof. Blackwood gritted his teeth and muttered another incantation, pouring every last ounce of his strength into the spell. With a final burst of light, the portal snapped shut, va
Professor Blackwood stumbled out of the portal and landed heavily on the hard stone ground. He gasped in pain, clutching at his chest where he had been feeling much pain before he made his way away from the location of the dead Mr. Einstein. His vision swam, and his head throbbed as he struggled to get back on his feet.But as he managed to stand, he was suddenly confronted with a horrifying sight. The normally quiet and peaceful school courtyard was now a scene of utter chaos. Students were running in all directions, some of them screaming in terror, while others were being carried on stretchers by healers who were desperately trying to save them.Professor Blackwood's heart sank as he took in the scene before him. He had known that his actions would have consequences, but he had never imagined that they would be this severe. He felt a surge of guilt and shame wash over him as he watched the chaos unfold.As he began to walk toward the source of the disturbance, he was suddenly hit w
Lance's heart skipped a beat as the door to Prof Criag's office opened, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw Miss Eloise being led into the room by two guards. He watched in confusion as she pushed them away and made her way toward him, her eyes fixed on his. At first, he couldn't believe his luck - he had been pining after her for days, wanting to know about his fate and that of Glenda and his friends' welfare and now here she was, seemingly coming to him. But as she halted, her eyes full of guilt and shame, Lance's face fell. He could see the conflict in her expression, and it made him feel uneasy.Miss Eloise's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions as she gazed at Lance. At first, there was shock and happiness, but as she took in the sight of him, her face twisted with guilt. She felt ashamed of the way she had treated him, accusing him of theft without proof. She had been so quick to judge him, and now she regretted it deeply. She wanted to make things right, to tell him
The figure cackled once more, its faceless figure almost shaking along with its laughter. Prof. Blackwood who had successfully leaned on the wall and huffed for air slowly began to let his hand wander toward his wand which was a bit far from his reach, almost beneath his bed.The cackling continued, echoing ominously around the room. Prof. Blackwood felt a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as he struggled to remain standing. He knew that he was facing something beyond his comprehension, something that could not be defeated by simple spells and incantations.But then, something shifted in the figure's demeanor. The cackling stopped and the faceless head turned to regard Prof. Blackwood with a curious expression. The air in the room seemed to grow thick and oppressive as the figure spoke, its voice low and gravelly."What is it that you fear, mortal?" it asked, its words dripping with a mix of amusement and malice.Prof. Blackwood felt a surge of anger and defiance rising within h
The female healer, alongside Prof. Craig, Lance, and Mr. Chaney, made their way toward the teacher's chambers. The school was previously bustling with the sounds of students' laughter and chatter, but now it was eerily quiet due to the strange illness that had spread throughout the school.They greeted a few teachers who were walking along the corridor, but the atmosphere was tense and anxious. The teachers cast wary glances in their direction, especially to Lance, the group could sense the fear and worry in the air amongst these teachers.As they approached Prof. Blackwood's door, Prof. Craig raised his hand to knock. As Prof. Craig's knuckles landed twice on Prof. Blackwood's door, there was nothing but silence. Worried, he knocked harder and called out Prof. Blackwood's name. When there was still no reply, Prof. Craig's expression turned panicky."We need to get in there," he said, turning to Mr. Chaney, Lance, and the female healer. "We can't afford to waste any more time."Mr. C