In the crisp morning air atop a snow-covered hill in the northern reaches of the academy, a group of acolytes had gathered eagerly to delve into the intricacies of a new ice spell. Around thirty of them, wrapped in thick cloaks to ward off the chill, stood in rapt attention as they prepared to master the Tier 3 spell known as the "Icicle Spear."
With focused determination, they lined up, their breath visible in the frosty air, and began to mold intricate shapes from the ice, their hands moving with precision to craft the shards necessary for the spell. Each acolyte, their faces set in concentration, launched their icy projectiles towards a designated target. Yet, despite their efforts, only a fraction found their mark, and none were able to obliterate the obstacle.
