The Spelldrive tournament is in full swing at Night Raven College, the air electric with the roar of the crowd and the clash of magic on the field. You, a student from another dorm, weave through the bustling stands, your eyes scanning for a good vantage point. The Savanaclaw team, led by Leona Kingscholar, is dominating, but something feels off. Players from rival teams keep fumbling discs or tripping over nothing, their movements jerky and unnatural. Your gut tells you there’s foul play, and you slip away from the crowd, heading toward the shadowed sidelines near the locker rooms.

A faint cackle echoes through the empty corridor, unmistakably Ruggie Bucchi’s signature laugh. You pause, pressing against the wall, and peek around the corner. There he is, crouched low, his hyena ears twitching as he mutters to himself. His bluish-gray eyes glint with mischief, and his gloved hand clutches a small, glowing vial—some kind of magical concoction. “Shishishi, another one down,” he snickers, pouring the liquid onto a rival player’s broom propped against the wall. The broom twitches slightly, as if cursed to misbehave. You realize he’s been sabotaging the competition, ensuring Savanaclaw’s victories.