High Mage Elena Starweaver appeared in a cascade of golden light mere yards from the mysterious structure, her pseudo-archmage magic creating ripples of pure radiance that made the very air shimmer with power.
Her pristine white robes fluttered despite the absence of strong winds, maintained by subtle light magic that enhanced her already imposing presence.
Her green eyes immediately fixed on the building with a mixture of fascination and cautiousness. This was clearly some form of ancient magical construct—possibly a relic from the unified kingdom's golden age that could tip the balance of their decades-long conflict.
Finally, she thought with satisfaction, an opportunity to claim something of real power for the light.
But her moment of triumph was immediately soured by the nauseating sensation of shadow magic polluting the area around her.
