As the duel between Mi-cha and Soo-ah raged on, Muhan and Ji-hoon stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching intently.
Ji-hoon leaned over slightly, arms crossed.
> "Soo-ah's footwork is on point. She's like a shadow—fast and precise."
Muhan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.
> "True. But Mi-cha's strikes carry serious weight. One solid hit could change the whole fight."
Above them, the battlefield erupted in raw destruction. Galaxies collided in dazzling bursts of energy, stars imploded, and the very fabric of space-time wavered under the girls' power.
In a flash of light, Mi-cha closed the distance and drove a thunderous punch into Soo-ah's chest. The blow sent Soo-ah hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby nebula.
The nebula detonated in a spectacular explosion of color and stardust, shockwaves rippling across the simulated galaxies.
Soo-ah emerged moments later, floating in the wreckage, battered but smiling.
> "Nice one, Mi-cha," she called out, brushing cosmic dust from her shoulders.
Mi-cha, catching her breath, beamed back.
> "You're tough. That was one of the hardest fights I've had."
Professor Su-yang clapped once, dissolving the tension.
> "Excellent work. Both of you displayed sharp technique and overwhelming power."
With another wave of her hand, the sparring dimension dissolved into a cascade of particles, revealing the pristine training arena beneath.
> "That's enough sparring for today. We're shifting focus—next up: Aura Control."
The students, still catching their breath, followed Professor Su-yang toward the Aura Training Chamber—a vast, dome-like space humming with ethereal energy. Walls pulsed with glowing sigils, and aura resonance devices floated midair like satellites.
Muhan, Ji-hoon, Mi-cha, and Soo-ah gathered around the devices, curiosity and determination in their eyes.
> "Aura control is the foundation of every great warrior," Su-yang began, her voice echoing in the chamber.
"It sharpens your senses, enhances your movements, and lets you feel the battlefield like a second skin. Without it, power is meaningless."
She activated the training modules—spheres of energy that zipped across the room, weaving intricate, unpredictable paths.
> "Today, we focus on aura sensing and tracking. Close your eyes, find your center, and locate the energy pulses."
The students obeyed, entering a meditative state. The room grew quiet, filled only with the faint hum of energy.
Muhan's aura shimmered faintly around him—a calm, glowing presence. Within seconds, he was tracking every movement of the modules, sensing them as if they were extensions of himself.
Ji-hoon, Soo-ah, and Mi-cha held their own, showing remarkable talent—but Muhan's precision was unmatched. His aura flared with a quiet elegance, responding to stimuli before the devices even moved.
Professor Su-yang watched with a pleased expression.
> "Excellent, Muhan. You're a natural. Keep refining your focus."
Muhan gave a humble nod. He wasn't just absorbing the lesson—he was integrating it into his very being.
Soon after, Su-yang gestured toward the adjoining corridor.
> "Now, we proceed to the Light Magic Classroom. One of the most difficult, yet rewarding, magical disciplines."
The students entered the vast, luminescent chamber where glowing script danced across the walls, and the air shimmered like a heatwave.
Muhan, Ji-hoon, Mi-cha, and Soo-ah took their seats, eager to learn.
> "Light magic," Su-yang began, inscribing radiant runes onto the air, "is not simply about illumination or beams of energy. It is the magic of speed, of universal truths. It can bend time, refract reality, and propel its master faster than even the speed of light."
As she spoke, the runes spun faster, forming complex equations and sigils suspended midair.
The class took notes feverishly—except Muhan, who absorbed the knowledge like a sponge, eyes gleaming with insight. He asked questions that pushed the boundaries of the topic, earning an approving glance from Su-yang.
They soon moved to practical application, casting beginner spells and amplifying light into shields, blades, and beams.
Ji-hoon fumbled at first, drawing lopsided sigils, until Mi-cha leaned over to correct his stance and hand gestures. With her help, his spell finally clicked—a glowing glyph burned into the air, then surged into his body.
Soo-ah, naturally gifted, channeled her magic with near-perfect control, manipulating light into multiple forms with elegance.
And then, there was Muhan.
He didn't just cast spells—he wove light like an artisan, sculpting complex matrices midair with seamless fluidity. The runes spun into orbits, merging into one another, radiating intense energy.
Professor Su-yang watched in awe.
> "You truly are gifted, Muhan. Keep pushing forward. The stars themselves might not be your limit."
Muhan gave a small, respectful bow.
> "Thank you, Professor. I'll do my best."
As the lesson concluded, the room dimmed—and then brightened again as Professor Lee, tall and broad-shouldered with eyes like steel, stepped into the light.
> "Time for Combat Training," he said, voice low but commanding.
With a simple flick of his wrist, a new pocket dimension unfolded—but this one was massive. The sky above twisted with galaxies, the horizon a boundaryless void of floating continents and gravity wells.
The students gasped as they stepped inside.
> "This battlefield is yours to shape—and survive," Professor Lee said, smiling faintly. "Let's raise the stakes."
Muhan and Mi-cha were called forward. They nodded, stepping to the center of the battlefield, eyes locked.
Two friends. Two warriors. One duel.
The dimension pulsed around them—rules bent, physics blurred, and the universe braced itself for their class.