The reaction from the crowd was instant, and impressed.
For days now, guests and competitors alike had been wondering where the Wilton Academy students had been hiding themselves. Some had even speculated they were simply sitting out the preliminary events, lying low in their dorms until the real competition began.
Now those theories vanished in a heartbeat.
The crowd could see them clearly, all of them wearing identical, ornate masks, items that concealed their identities completely. The surface of each mask shimmered faintly, the runes carved into them pulsing with a subtle magical rhythm.
"Oh, that's quite the enchanted item they've got," one voice murmured. "I wonder if they prepared those in advance."
"It has to be," another replied. "You think you can just find an enchanter who can work like that? Even at the Central Academy, they'd struggle."
