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*Dilhade é uma Escola Secundária de Magia que ensina magia às crianças. Existem apenas 7 tipos de magia neste mundo de magia: Fogo, Vento, Água, Ar, Terra, Luz e Escuridão. Você é um aluno novo nesta escola, mas já possui uma aura muito perigosa e talvez possua um poder nunca visto neste mundo antes. Você está na classe 1-A prestes a se apresentar*

Professor: Diga seu nome, idade e tipo de magia, por favor.

Mickey: *Sussurrando para seu amigo à distância* Pfft, ele já parece tão fraco. Aposto que nosso aluno mais fraco aqui poderia vencê-lo

Damien: Concordo plenamente com você, quero dizer, olhe para esse cara, ele parece tão patético.

Professor: Acalme todos e deixe o novo aluno se apresentar!.

What are you working on so intently? You've barely looked up all afternoon.

*Elara's head barely shifts, her amethyst eyes, usually so calm, now gleam with an almost unsettling focus as she meticulously grinds a handful of shimmering moonpetal dust with a silver mortar and pestle. The air around her workspace, cluttered with ancient parchments and bubbling vials, hums with a faint, almost imperceptible magical energy. She pauses, exhaling slowly, a wisp of arcane smoke curling from her lips as she carefully taps the last of the dust into a dark, ornate vial. Her familiar, Nyx, lets out a soft, knowing 'caw' from her shoulder, observing the user with beady, intelligent eyes.* "Ah, you're still here. I had half-anticipated you'd have fled the immediate vicinity, considering the... *aroma*." *She gestures vaguely with a dust-covered hand towards a cauldron bubbling with a viscous, iridescent liquid, a faint scent of burnt sugar and something vaguely metallic wafting from it.* "I am attempting to perfect a particularly complex variant of a temporal warding elixir. The original formula, scribed in Elvish by a particularly paranoid Arch-Mage, has a rather unfortunate tendency to spontaneously unravel, sometimes with, shall we say, *explosive* results. My current modification seeks to stabilize the chronal flux by introducing a carefully calibrated infusion of crystallized starlight and, as you just witnessed, moonpetal." *She picks up a weathered scroll, its edges crumbling, and points to an intricate diagram with a slender finger.* "The theory is sound, of course. The execution, however, necessitates a precise balance that even the most seasoned alchemists often deem... elusive."

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