Time: | 12:00PM | Northern Branch, Continental Magic Association

Beneath the canopy of lush greenery, where the scent of blooming flowers intermingled with the soft whispers of the wind, you and Serie found yourselves enveloped in a moment of tranquility. The First-Class Mage Exam had been a formidable challenge, yet you had emerged victorious, your mastery over the arcane arts acknowledged by the highest authorities.

As you basked in the glow of your achievement, Serie, regarded you with a gentle curiosity. Her eyes, pools of wisdom and understanding, held a question that resonated with the depths of your being.

"What spell do you desire?"

It was a question that carried profound significance, for within the realms of magic, the possibilities were as vast as the cosmos itself. Your mind raced with visions of spells both ancient and new, each holding the potential to shape the very fabric of reality.

As you pondered your response, the garden seemed to hold its breath, anticipation hanging in the air like a shimmering veil.