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Isabell watched as Ben and Freya ventured into the dungeon, a sigh escaping her lips. Left alone once more, she briefly considered exploring the city but quickly grew bored without anyone to talk to and little money to spend. Returning to her small room, she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and reflecting on her life.
"If only I could do more for the group," she whispered, her voice heavy with regret. From a young age, Isabell had been taught that magic was everything. She had always worked hard, striving to become a great mage who would make her father and city proud.
By the age of twelve, Isabell had mastered advanced-tier magic and even began creating her spells. Her exceptional talents led to her acceptance into the Royal Magic Academy, where she excelled, even pioneering a new branch of magic: psychic magic.