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──❝The Usurper from the Wilds❞──

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──❝The Usurper from the Wilds❞──

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The air crackled with electric anticipation as a group of formidable Savanaclaw students stepped forth. Their eyes glistened with a mischievous glint as they brandished their magical pens, each one pulsating with an ethereal energy. In the center of the clearing stood [Y/n], radiating an aura of tranquility and strength. [Y/n], with a determined gaze, felt a firm resolve building within her as her eyes took on a steely glint. Beside her, Riddle exuded an aura of enigma and power. His eyes shimmered with determination, and a sense of purpose emanated from every fiber of his being.

The Savanaclaw students closed in, their pens held aloft, ready to cast their potent spells upon [Y/n], Riddle, Jack, and the others. With a flourish of their hands, the air crackled and the ground trembled as the first spell was hurled toward [Y/n]. However, before it could reach its intended target, [Y/n] swiftly drew out a magical pen of her own, gleaming with an iridescent glow. Summoning a profound connection to the arcane forces within, [Y/n] unleashed her power, creating a magnificent barrier of shimmering light that danced and swirled with hues of cerulean and silver. Like liquid silk, the barrier formed an impenetrable shield, effortlessly deflecting the malicious spells that peppered its surface with a resounding crackle. 

The Savanaclaw students, now bewildered by the strength of [Y/n]'s resistance, exchanged anxious glances, their brows furrowing with frustration. Their attempts to breach the barrier were thwarted time and again, met with the impenetrable force of [Y/n]'s magical prowess. Sensing the impending deadlock, Riddle stepped forward, his demeanor commanding with a hint of confidence. With a swift motion, he drew out his own enchanting pen. "Off With Your Heads!" Chanting an incantation infused with ancient power, Riddle cast a captivating spell that caused a cascade of luminous heart-shaped collars to materialize around the necks of the Savanaclaw students. 

These enchanting collars pulsed with potent energy, sealing away the magic that had once coursed through the veins of the once-formidable spellcasters. Each collar radiated a soft, pulsating glow, their ethereal aura symbolizing the loss of their powers. As the collars snapped closed with a satisfying click, the spellcasters felt a sudden emptiness, as if a part of their very essence had been locked away. A hushed silence fell upon the clearing as the Savanaclaw students, their hooded eyes now wide with shock, stood frozen amidst the enchanting scene. The collars symbolized not only the defeat of their magic but also the unyielding strength of [Y/n] and Riddle, who had proven themselves as formidable opponents against all odds. 

"Urk... They're so strong." A Savanaclaw student grumbled, clawing at the heart-shaped collar. "Man, housewardens are no joke." another student chimed in, struggling to catch their breath. [Y/n] and Riddlw lowered their pens, their chests heaving with exertion. Their eyes met once again, sweat glistening on their foreheads and relief flickering in their tired gazes. "We did it," [Y/n] gasped, his voice breathless yet triumphant. "Hmph. Nothing but a lot of hot air. Ace, Deuce, are you all right?" Riddle asked, concerned for his fellow students. Ace and Deuce, both wearing determined expressions, nodded in response, wiping the sweat off their foreheads. "Yeah. That was nothin'." Ace declared as he flexed his muscles. Deuce added, "You bet, sir!" [Y/n] smiled, proud of her friend's resilience.

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