In the meantime, as Christiana darted through the deserted corridors of the Royal Magic Academy, her heart pounded in her chest, each beat urging her to run faster.
The flickering torches cast shifting shadows that danced along the walls, obscuring her path and heightening the sense of urgency that drove her onward.
Amidst her frantic flight, she searched desperately for any sign of the mysterious caster who had ensnared the academy within a barrier of magic.
Her mind raced with questions, each one a puzzle piece in the mystery she was determined to unravel.
But as she sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors, her thoughts were constantly pulled back to the imminent danger at her heels.
The echo of footsteps grew louder with each passing moment, a relentless reminder that she was not alone in the darkness.
With every turn she took, Christiana felt as though she was being drawn deeper into a web of deceit and treachery.