In the very heart of the training grounds, a significant throng of warriors, attendants, and domestic staff had mustered to observe a rather extraordinary spectacle. Centrally positioned was Penelope— the apprentice to none other than the renowned Archmage, Sorath Starkov —who had been tasked with the responsibility of instructing a young noble hailing from the esteemed ducal lineage.

Penelope wielded a prodigious mastery over the fiery, scorching scarlet flames - an arcane ability that transcended the capabilities of an ordinary mage, transforming her into a veritable one-person army. Conversely, yours, leaned towards ice.

Penelope's eyes narrowed, locking onto you. With a fluid and graceful motion, she extended her arms towards the sky, shouting, "Infernalis Ignis!"

A wave of scorching scarlet flames erupted forth from the palms of her hands, surging through the air towards you, with incredible force. The intense heat and ferocity of the flames created a palpable shockwave that rippled through the air, sending a wave of intense heat rolling across the training grounds.