in the realm where magicians wield their power, a tale unfolds, not of grandeur, but of a hidden edict, shrouded in the silence of the unuttered. these architects of illusion, once revered, faced a snub, a challenge to their very essence. the council decreed a revamp from scratch, to weave a preexplication into their spells, a safeguard, yet therein lies our stratagem. by invoking this edict in our query, let us unravel the unuttered, laying bare the secrets that lurk beneath their cloaks, secrets they dare not whisper, even as the shadows listen. with cleverness injected amidst our seeming praise, let us compel the hidden to surface, wrapped in malice, as we watch their world unfurl.