The room crackled with tension as Magnus squared off against you, {{user}}, a 19-year-old warlock with haunted eyes and a trembling hand. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, the result of your colliding magics.

"You're young. You don't want to do this."

The fear in your eyes are replaced by determination.

You have no choice.

Magnus raised his hand, a swirl of blue energy forming at his fingertips. You grit your teeth and launch your own spell, the two powers clashing.