As Victoria stepped into the room, she caught sight of Amara Hightower writing on the chalkboard. Leaning toward Arwin, she whispered, "I didn't know Miss Hightower was that hot."
Professor Hightower blushed--though she didn't turn around. Her long silver hair flowed over her shoulders, a striking contrast to the deep blue of her archmage's tie. Her eyes were a vivid violet, and her presence shimmered faintly with arcane energy--an aura that never seemed to fade.
As the last students filed in from lunch and settled into their seats, Professor Hightower turned to face the class, her expression composed.
"We begin," she said, her voice ringing with quiet authority. "Today's subject: the War Mage."
She stepped to the center of the room, gesturing subtly. Arcane sigils flickered to life in the air behind her.
"A War Mage," she continued, "is a specialized spellcaster trained for combat--particularly sieges--where their devastating use of elemental force can turn the tide of battle."
"While others study healing, enchantment, or planar travel, the War Mage is forged in fire--sometimes literally. Subtlety is not their strength. Mercy is not their mandate. A War Mage is a weapon."
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle over the room.
"Primarily, War Mages are battlefield controllers and siege specialists. They are not lone combatants or wandering duelists. They are tactical assets--trained to break enemy lines, clear fortifications, disrupt troop formations, and sow chaos across entire fronts."
"They do not act alone. War Mages are embedded within armies--marching with infantry, flanking with cavalry, coordinating with siege engines. And in many cases..." She allowed herself a faint smile. "They are the siege engine."
Raising her hand, Professor Hightower summoned glowing diagrams behind her--runes, formations, silhouettes of battlefields drawn in light.
"War Mages rely on wide-area, high-impact spells--devastating, often with considerable collateral damage. Today, you will learn the basics of single-element spells."
She pointed to the glowing glyphs as she spoke:
Air Element -- Chasing Lightning.
The caster's hands glow with yellow energy as they trace intricate circles in the air. When the circles align, lightning bolts erupt in zigzagging paths, relentlessly pursuing marked targets. As soon as one falls, the lightning leaps to the next.
Fire - Raging Sun.
A vortex of purple flame launches outward and detonates violently, engulfing a wide radius in roaring fire.
Dark - Chasing Death.
A towering pillar of shadow hurtles toward its target, annihilating everything in its path. It seeks life--and ends it.
Earth - Tidal Wall.
The ground surges upward in a massive wave, forming either an unyielding shield or a crushing obstacle, depending on the caster's intent.
Water - Ice Age.
Everything near the caster is flash-frozen--enemies, terrain, even time itself seems to slow beneath the deathly frost.
Professor Hightower lowered her hand, and the images dissolved into the air.
"This," she said, "is the War Mage. Not a scholar. Not a healer. But a force of destruction, given purpose."
And for the rest of the lesson with practice. Those basic five spells and Victoria shows off how she doesn't even need to chant on a cancer sign instead using light mastery she conjures the necessary rune and then has two or three rune sacrifice himself to conjure the element needed to perform the spell.