• Rivendell City
• Western fraction
Sir Kylian draws in breath suddenly, as if from shock. His eyes open unceremoniously.
"Where am I?"
He was being healed by Miss Elena White, "A shelter not far off the academy." [Light Magic] possessed many advantages that characterized it as a versatile type of magic. People gifted with this magical nature are loved by mana. The same case here.
Her magical prowess was astounding. She'd casted a school-sized protective barrier to keep the students safe and now she was performing medical magical arts. Both required exceptional amount of magicube to perform.
"I see." said Sir Kylian.
"What happened?" she had yet to hear the story from Rosemarie who was still in shock. Anytime she tried to speak, the fear that gripped her wouldn't let go.
Sir Kylian was still rested on the bed and being attended to by Elena. He could now speak without difficulty at least, "Belitha... was kidnapped." he was surprisingly calm.
"By whom?"
"The Chaotic King of Dragons, Zaratros." anyone who studied ancient history must've heard his name at least once.
Once a Destruction-class Dragon.
"The Chaotic King of Dragons, Zaratros?!" Polpe exclaimed, he was already afraid of what may become of them. Formulating several pessimistic scenarios in his mind.
"The one who wiped out Camelot several centuries ago?" he wanted to be sure they knew what they were saying. "He's a Destruction-class entity! What does such a frightening creature want with Miss Belitha?!" the headmaster continues to panic.
There are threat levels used by the world to rank individuals who are not Grand Sorcerers or Mage Emperors.
These levels are five, namely: Destruction-class, Damnation-class, Chaos-class, Eradication-class, Escathonic-class (in ascending order), the highest class has enough power to bring about the end of the world.
Elena stopped the healing process and Sir Kylian assumed a seating position on the bed. "It doesn't matter now.." he may have said this but it was his way of avoiding the question.
"We'll rescue Miss Belitha, no matter the odds... she's my student. I won't sit idly by and watch her get taken away." Elena wasn't frightened by Zaratros' name, she cared more about keeping her students safe.
"Even with your strength as a platinum sorcerer, I don't think we should be so hasty to make any decisions.." Polpe worrisomely articulated.
As Polpe and Elena went back and forth concerning the next action to take, Kylian remembered a discussion he had with Gertrude Hornet a day to the prelims.
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A day to the prelims...
Sir Kylian was in Gertrudeʼs office where they had a discourse.
"So you don't plan on telling anyone about Belitha? Even her close friend, Besimios?" she formally referred to Nyx as Besimios. Using his last name. It established helped avoid a sense of undue intimacy between she and her students.
He exhaled a sigh, "Belitha used to spend all her time inside the mansion, afraid of outsiders. However, after meeting Nyx, she began to open up, but he doesn't know the truth about her.." he paused to relax his speech organs a bit.
It pained him to speak about this, but the topic was unavoidable, "It would be unfair to her if Nyx abandoned her after learning her secret.."
She could only but sigh after hearing his words, "I don't know what sort of man, Besimios may grow up go become... but I look at that boy's mother and all I can see is him.."
"What do you mean?" Kylian was a tad confused.
Gertrude still remained quite stern, "What I mean is... Nyx Besimios is a carbon copy of his mother, and I don't know her to abandon people just because of what their background says about them." she patted him by the shoulder, "They judge from the heart."
No response came from him.
Having stood up from her chair, the principal informed him, "Do you believe your daughter has a good heart?"
"Of course I do! What sort of question is that?" he gave an abrupt response.
"Then you have nothing to fear..."
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• Eastern fraction
Meanwhile, at the eastern fraction of the city, an encounter between Ophelia Algren and Vania Croft comes into frame.
"Black cloak, a grotesque familiar resting on your head... I'm guessing you're with these demons?" Ophelia was the one asking. She made the necessary assessment and assumed Vania was with them.
"I find it insulting that you'd measure me on the same level with these demons.." Vania wore a smile although she was offended.
Then again, the people she's fought against always died when she started smiling. But this wasn't the smile that spelt death for her opponent. Her smile at the time conveyed sadism.
"I'd prefer it if you saw me as one of the top members of the Black Trinity.."
Another person who took offense in what Ophelia said was Azagoth, "How dare you call me a familiar! I'm Azagoth the most powerful general of my generation! I could swing my hand and cause mountains to bury you!" he didn't take the time to breathe and speak.
His mouth rushed like water poured forth from a tap.
"With a size like that, I don't think you'll be crushing any mountains, general.." Ophelia used acerbic language to mock and convey contempt, it was marked by her sneering tone of voice.
"You lamebrained jolthead!" he was still in his miniature form while he assailed her. It made his voice sound more like a squeak than anything significant.
"Be quiet, Azagoth.." Vania had had enough of his unbecoming behavior.
Even after her orders, he refused to listen "Just let me at her! I'll make sure I don't leave a single limb attached!"
An ominous aura emanated from Vania, "What did I tell you... Azagoth!" and immediately he heeded her words and assumed a reticent nature.
'Wow, she's packing malevolent energy... what sort of power is that?' Ophelia evaluated them slowly entering a defensive position. The aura leaving Vaniaʼs body forced her to.
There was a moment of deafening silence. Amidst the destruction and chaos that was the current environment, the two females seemed to have isolated themselves in a background devoid of their environment. This was their own way of stating they were focused on each other.
"It's been fun, whatever your name might be.." she didn't care to know Opheliaʼs name, "..but I have more important things to attend to." she directed her gaze toward another path, she had a special assignment of her own.
Worse, she was 50% done with said assignment.
"And because you asked so nicely I'm supposed to let you leave?" a slightly humorous reply from Ophelia.
"Au contraire, I planned to keep you entertained with one of my big, strong boys.." she slowly stroke her lips with her slightly elongated tongue, wearing a look not short of devious.
A grimoire manifested before Vania. It opened autonomously and flipped through the pages until it arrived at a particular page upon which it stopped. [Gate of Revival: Dendogar] a spell concerning the divination involving the dead or death.
There is no doubt that necromancy is the touch-stone of occultism.
A large spatial gate manifests before Vania. It had jagged ends, spikes protruding from the sides and two demonic faces on it. All in all the gate exuded the emotion of death and sorrow. One of her contracted souls was to be brought back to the world.
Emerging from the gates were Caspian the Lancer and Gazel the Warrior. Both were warriors from ancient times. Of the tribe Dendogar. Popular for slaying the strongest demigods. Her strongest summons without a doubt.
Azagoth was the only one who could match them in strength. And that was pure speculation.
"I'll leave you three to have your fun.." Vania laughed cynically. And thereafter she took her leave.
'I mustn't let her leave..' Ophelia darts in the direction of the departing Vania.
In mere seconds she was obstructed by the quick moving Gazel who blocked her path. A creature so large still had what it took to move at an impregnable speed.
She was cornered. Ophelia had expected a hard fought battle, but not one against a Necromancer.