The battlefield was a chaos of fire, blood, and desperation. Qetsiyah stood at the center of it all, dark tendrils of energy swirling around him as she began to break the seal on the portal. The air crackled with Dimensional Rift magic, and the ground trembled under the weight of his power.

Isabella staggered back, clutching her side where her own magic had backfired earlier. Her voice was hoarse, but determination burned in her eyes.

"One last push," she pleaded, looking to her group. "We can't let her open that portal. Not now. Not ever."

Phillip stepped forward, his eyes glowing crimson, veins darkening as he summoned every ounce of his strength. "I'll handle Valtor," he growled, his voice thick with power. "You focus on Qetsiyah." Without waiting for a reply, he charged, his form blurring into a crimson storm.

Valtor sneered, his shadowy form barely flinching as Phillip's Bloodstorm attack tore into him. But Phillip didn't relent, striking again and again, each blow cracking the shadowborn's defenses.

Sirela stood near the bloodstreams flowing toward the portal, her hands trembling as she summoned her Ocean Queen powers. "This isn't just about me anymore," she whispered to herself. Her voice rose, commanding the waters. "I am the Queen of the Ocean!" Her voice echoing and oceans replying her. The water turning into cyclone and the weather start thundering and lightning.

The streams of blood froze solid, their crimson flow halting midstream. The portal's glow dimmed slightly as Qetsiyah turned his burning eyes toward her.

"Fools," Qetsiyah hissed, her voice echoing unnaturally. "You delay the inevitable!"

Nearby, Felix let out a howl that echoed across the battlefield. The ground beneath him shimmered with moonlight as his pack emerged, their silver forms tearing through the dark minions. Felix leaped onto Arathor, claws slashing, his strength bolstered by the lunar power. Arathor let out a guttural cry before collapsing under the assault.

Aurora, hovering above, unleashed a psychic blast at Seraphina. The dark enchantress screamed, clutching her head as her mental fortress shattered, her focus lost.

"Now's our chance!" Felix shouted, his voice raw.

Isabella, summoning her last reserves of strength, felt something ancient stir within her. The dragon within her roared to life, its power surging through her veins. She spread her arms wide, her voice a thunderous command.

"ENOUGH!"

A massive storm erupted around her, flames swirling with gale-force winds and jagged lightning. The elemental storm surged forward, slamming into Qetsiyah and pinning him to the ground. She roared in fury, the tendrils of his power flickering and weakening under the onslaught.

Phillip stumbled back, his strength nearly spent, and turned to see Isabella glowing with raw power. "Isabella!" he called out, his voice filled with awe and desperation.

Isabella looked at him, her face illuminated by the storm. "We end this now," she said, her voice calm yet unyielding.

As the storm raged on, Qetsiyah's grip on the portal faltered, the seal holding firm once more.

Qetsiyah magic draining, her powers start weaking and she shout the spell last time and the ritual has done. The spell on academy broken everyone wakeup and running towards portal area. As they arrive they saw the portal is shining in dark violet and little pink in colour. The room is filled with its light. Suddenly, the portal start breaking. As the portal continues to crack, strange shadows and whispers echo throughout the school.

Objects start shaking and floating, lights flickering, and strange symbols beginning to glow on the walls.

"Krra'gixx, tharros shakrax! Vrakkor, kalaiznok reku! Throkos krra'gixx, shakrax zala!"

As students try to leave the Portal area, ghostly hands momentarily grip their shoulders, keeping them frozen in place.
Other ghostly figures seep out around the portal edges, their silhouettes resembling former students who mysteriously vanished. Some reach out to students, causing a terrifying shockwave as they try to touch.

Meanwhile, Isabella hearing whispers in words..

"I'm coming for you, I want you to release me, I'm your queen of Eclipse."

Isabella involuntarily levitates, her eyes glowing intensely, mirroring someone's arrival. Qetsiyah smiled and said "Now, its your turn Isabella." Suddenly, Isabella's eyes turn to white, wholly white, the blue veins appearing around her face, everyone get scared of her even the Professors. She is taking the knife and going close to the portal. Phillip instinctively moves close to Isabella, gripping her hand protectively as the portal breaks. Voltore pulled him back.

She doesn't know what's happening she is just replying the whispers in draconian language.

"Graushkar, grauthanor, ral ka Mecatopia, Thaxiar-vash'othar."

On this time Phillip realised she isnt just any witch she is dragon witch, and despite the danger, he's captivated. He rip out Valtore an tries to pull her back when she starts cutting her vein, showing his desperate concern. Meanwhile, Felix comes and holding Isabella.

As Phillip focuses on Isabella, Aurora is caught in a painful realization. She watches him with longing, battling her jealousy and wishing she were the one he was protecting. Her sadness shifts to a growing inner conflict.

Isabella down her both hands on portal floor and giving her magic in portal. Phillip and Felix pulling her back but with a flicker of her finger, she throw them apart and spelling..

"Tharros korvathi shaynara aethon'khel,
Kalimdor drakonis tharros'shakar vor!
Vorkeera shaynara aethon'khel zha'thik,
Korvathi tharros shakar'vor krallos dei!

She cut her vein and drop the blood on the portal. The wind start blowing swiftly, the portal fully creaked and with a violet and balck coloured blast the portal burst and a figure appear in the dust. High flying above the area. Her appearance is shrouded in shadow with a cold aura spreading like frost across the walls. Her laugh echoes through the room, and the surrounding light dims, creating an oppressive atmosphere. Her eyes are an unnatural fiery purple, her gown swirling with shadows that almost seem alive.

Isabella get faint and everyone looking at figure with scared face. The figures face is hidden under her silver hair, her black gown shining very bright purple and she create a magical ball and throw it on Walls.
As She unleashes her dark energy, purple, flames like hex marks appear on certain students, including Phillip, Felix, and Isabella, marking them as her targets. These marks burning, causing intense pain, Isabella's mark get dissapeared.

Professor Adam's geature to students to leave the room and go to their dormitory.
Professor Viperscale and other professors band together to create a magical barrier around the students, but she keeps breaking it, testing each professor's strength and resolve. She is really formidable.

She manipulates time, slowing down moments at will, making students feel trapped in an endless nightmare. She manipulating their fear of powerlessness and further heightens their panic. She telekinesis objects which shimmering in violet in color and throw them on Professors.

Students running towards their dormin slowmotion, As they try to escape to the dorms, corridors twist and turn, with her illusions causing endless loops. Shadows chase the students, and they have to rely on each other's instincts to survive.

She saw Isabella and phillip. As she going to near Isabella, Phillips and Felix, she stand in front of Isabella. The figures magic is really strong with a flick of her neck both lost in visions. Phillip and Felix sees a vision of Isabella in chains, which makes his protective instinct stronger. Aurora sees Phillip captured by dark forces, igniting her inner resolve to protect him.

She focusing on Isabella, whispering that the young Dragon Witch holds the key to lost crown and throne. Without any more magic she break the roof and fly away high with a scaring very loud laught by taking the group of masters and Arathor dead body.

Professor Adam's said "Mecatopia's end is near, the queen of Eclipse has now released. Students Helena has released now, and Professor Celestia please write letters to every kingdoms and tell them the queen of Eclipse come again, and we organized a council at academy. Dear students careful and go to your dormitories and Miss Rubyrose please help me in taking Miss Valeria in Hospital.

Professors running for everywhere, writing letters and their hands are trembling, students are crying and hiding themselves under blancked.

The council meeting is held in a grand, ancient hall filled with dim, eerie candlelight. Shadows loom across towering stone pillars, casting ghostly shapes on the walls. The atmosphere is thick with silence, an unearthly stillness broken only by occasional whispers among the council members, their voices low with trepidation. The very air feels charged with the remnants of dark magic, echoing Helena's reign and the devastation it brought.

Professor Adams steps forward, his face etched with worry, and calls the meeting to order, his voice taut. Seated around the long obsidian table are the supernatural leaders, their faces tense. The Vampire King, pale with eyes that glint dangerously in the low light, taps his fingers rhythmically, his gaze fixed on Helena's empty throne at the far end of the room. "Its really bad. We have to tight our rules at castle."

The Siren Queen, her skin reflecting a faint shimmer, sits still as stone, her mouth tight, hiding the worry in her deep-set eyes. Next to her, the Fairy Queen appears composed, though her wings pulse faintly with unease. The Werewolf Alpha, a massive figure with rugged features, sits with his fists clenched, scars on his hands catching the dim light.

They begin discussing the era known as "The Dark Reign of Helena Draconis' the century Helena "the Eclipse Queen' ruled with terror, sowing destruction that turned Mecatopia into a land of horror. They remember how forests withered, rivers ran dry, and skies darkened, and whisper with dread about how she brought suffering that echoed even after her supposed demise. Professor warns that this nightmare could return if Helena claims the throne and the Aether Crown again.

Eyes shift uneasily as the Vampire King speaks of the animal massacres happening again in recent weeks. Wolves, fairies, and other creatures have been found, thousands dead with marks scorched onto their backs and hands, a mark everyone knows someone branded in the past on its victims which still mystery, who is doing it for centuriesand way?. As he finishes, an unnatural chill spreads through the hall, as though Helena's very shadow were there, haunting the room.

The Fairy Queen raises the issue of the heir, the true-blooded witch said to be destined to stop Helena. But no one knows who this heir is or if she even exists. The doubt eats away at the room, leaving an aching silence.

Then, they speak of the mysterious witch, whose rage burned down an entire village, leaving nothing but scorched earth and ash. An electric scorch, deadly and precise, as though lightning itself had obeyed her wrath. Her identity is unknown, but many fear she is a force that could rival Helena, or even join her. Each leader sits paralyzed with apprehension, dreading that if Helena finds this witch first, the alliance they have assembled could be doomed.

The discussion goes on, with voices barely rising above a whisper. Each leader speaks of their people's fear, and their own. They know if Helena returns, this council may be their last hope, their final attempt to avoid repeating the horrors of the Black Century.

Meanwhile, Isabella now reawake and start trembling "what..what I've done ?" Her voice trembles as her teary blue eyes begin shifting in color a striking, unsettling display of her turmoil.

"Nothing, darling, everything is fine. Just Helena released."
Lysandra murmurs gently, her arms wrapping protectively around Isabella, pulling her close. She presses a soft kiss to Isabella's forehead. "We'll get through this."

But Isabella's hands start to shake as she examines them. "When you come? I was really worried about you Lysandra. Lucian isnt a good man."

"I can take care of it." Lysandra said.

"It's hurting, Lys," she says, voice thin and broken. "What's happening to me?" Her eyes are now swirling, from sapphire blue to deep amethyst, then silver a chaotic storm within her gaze. Her back is shining.
Lysandra noticing but not saying a word. She knows what Isabella truly is but for her protect she hide these things with everyone even Isabella.

Aurora, watching in both awe and concern, speaks up, "Sis, your eyes... they're changing color." Her tone is careful, as if afraid her words might cause Isabella to shatter.

Lysandra said "its because she is weak, its normal for witches". She change the topic.

Isabella lowers her hands, the color shifting subsiding but leaving her looking haunted. "I don't know what I've done, or what's happening to me. Everyone is going to look at me like I'm...like I'm one of them." She lowers her gaze. "Even some the professors."

Professor Adams steps forward, his voice warm and reassuring. "No one sees you as a threat, Miss Valeria," he says gently. "It's not your fault." He offers a small, steadying smile. "Are you alright?"

She meets his gaze, a glimmer of pain in her eyes. "Not okay... it hurts."

Professor Adams nods, recognizing the deeper weight in her words. "It'll heal, but you should know, you're incredibly lucky, Bella. That portal has taken the souls of witches far older and stronger than any of us. But it couldn't stand against you." His expression darkens. "Yet...something slipped through. Helena...she's free again."

Aurora's face twists in confusion and concern. "Helena? Who...who is she?"

Professor Adams draws a slow, steady breath. "A dark force, a threat to everything we're trying to protect." He locks eyes with Aurora, then softens. "But don't dwell on that just yet. I've called a meeting in the Grand Hall. Please join us there, Miss Rubyrose."

Aurora casts a final worried glance at Isabella before following Professor Adams out, the door echoing shut behind them.

A heavy silence lingers as Isabella clutches her hands together, shaking her head. "I'm not going," she whispers, voice filled with a stubborn, fearful desperation. "They'll see what I did...they'll think I'm...I'm one of them." She shivers, the memory of Helena's voice in her mind still chilling her bones. "Their eyes...they'll kill me before I can explain."

Lysandra grips Isabella's shoulders, grounding her with a look of fierce determination. "You're not weak, my love," she says, voice steady but tender. "I know this looks dark, but you are stronger than you believe. You can face them, no matter what they think they saw. If you hide here, it gives them reason to fear. Stand with us, and show them who you truly are."

Isabella hesitates, but Lysandra's words slowly settle into her bones. She lifts her head, her shifting eyes now taking on a steadier hue, her fear giving way to resolve. Together, they turn toward the door, a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. With each step, Isabella feels the weight of her destiny, her power...and Helena's haunting presence, lurking somewhere in the shadows.