Chapter 105 The Battle Begins

**Thelma Zane’s POV** The previously jubilant crowd gradually fell silent, confusion spreading among the students and faculty. Whispers circulated, each person trying to grasp what was happening. “She knows,” Dorothy whispered in my ear, her tone calm but urgent. “I sensed magical waves emanating from her. She’s trying to contact the Southern Duke.” My stomach dropped. If Carolyn—or rather, the witch pretending to be her—discovered that her communication channels had been severed, she might resort to desperate measures. Worse, she could potentially use the real Carolyn as leverage against us. We couldn’t afford to waste time. I caught the eye of the werewolf grandmaster disguised as a coachman. With a subtle nod, I gave the signal. He retrieved a small flare from his pocket and lit it without hesitation. The sky was instantly dyed a vivid green as thick smoke erupted from the flare. Moments later, loud voices rang out: “Attention! Emergency evacuation! Follow the warr