The POV shifts from the outside of the college to the intense situation inside the classroom. Chaos reigns as Ray lies unconscious, and Julie cradles his head on her legs, tears falling from her eyes as her heart fills with worry and fear. The classroom is in disarray, a reflection of the turmoil that has unfolded.
Max, with her commanding presence, takes charge of the situation. She assigns Jenny and John the crucial duty of protecting Ray, should any of the masked assailants attempt to harm him. With determination burning in their eyes, Jenny and John assume their positions, ready to defend their friend at all costs.
Amidst the tension, Max's voice cuts through the air, addressing the class with an urgent directive. She advices the students: those who are unable to fight are encouraged to seek cover and safety, while those capable of combat are called upon to shield the weaker individuals.
As the masked figures heed Max's words, a surge of motion ensues. Around fifty of them make a coordinated rush toward Max, driven by a shared malevolence and determination. Max's response is swift and fierce; she leaps into action, her sword crafted from water becoming an extension of her fierce resolve.
With each swing of her sword, Max unleashes her anger and strength upon the masked adversaries. Her movements are fluid and precise, each strike aimed to incapacitate. She slices through their ranks, her fierce determination evident in the intensity of her gaze and the fire that fuels her actions.
Max's ferocity leads her into the heart of the masked mob. They encircle her, their masked faces betraying no emotion as they face off against her. Among them, a figure stands out, his attire distinct from the others. Max recognizes him as the leader, a realization stemming from the air of authority that surrounds him and the unique attire he wears.
The leader, in possession of a transponder, seems to be in communication with an unseen force. His demeanor exudes confidence and cruelty, a puppeteer orchestrating the chaos that unfolds. As his commands are relayed, the masked horde readies themselves for a renewed onslaught.
The masked men's leader continues to communicate with someone on the other side. In a desperate plea, he conveys the dire situation they're facing: over half of their group has been decimated by just two individuals. The formidable opponent they're up against is none other than the white whale spirit user, Max. With their numbers reduced to around 50, they find themselves overwhelmed by her power and in desperate need of backup. He instructs the other person to inform their master about the gravity of the situation.
As he speaks, the line suddenly goes dead, interrupted by Max's swift action. Max throws her water-formed sword at the communication device, severing the connection with a resounding crash. Now armed only with her bare hands, she readies herself for the battle that lies ahead.
The scene shifts to Julie, who continues to cradle Ray's head in her lap, tears falling onto his still form. A profound sense of worry and affection courses through her as she places her hand on his chest, her touch gentle yet desperate.
Abruptly, the scene transitions to a memory, a haunting glimpse of a past event. Julie witnesses a horrifying tableau: a boy held captive by four menacing figures, and nearby, a severely injured girl lies unconscious, a sword poised to end her life. She had the same vision once but this time the faces become clear,the boy is Ray, and the girl is Max. Ray's desperate cries echo in Julie's ears as he pleads for the girl's safety.
Just as the sword is about to strike, a bolt of thunder crashes down from the sky, and another boy descends, intervening with a command to spare their lives. In the darkness, Max strains to see his face, but it remains shrouded in mystery.
Back in the classroom, Max fights a fierce battle against the encroaching masked men. Her inner monologue reveals her concern for the safety of the students; she refrains from using her most powerful techniques to avoid harming them. John valiantly blocks the masked men attempting to enter through broken windows, while Jenny utilizes her abilities to put others to sleep.
Amidst the chaos, two masked men make a move toward the defenseless Julie and Ray. With Max, Jenny, and John occupied, they seem defenseless. However, Levi's sudden appearance disrupts their sinister intentions. He lunges at one of the men, diverting his attention from Julie and Ray.
Levi's shout alerts Julie, snapping her out of her trance-like state. She springs into action, placing herself protectively between Ray and the approaching danger.
In a different setting, a dark place teems with masked men working diligently. A tall figure with a commanding presence stands among them. His face is hidden behind a beast-like mask, his energy emanating an aura of dread. A masked man approaches him, conveying the situation at the college. The masked man's voice is gravelly and deep, echoing a beastly nature.
The tall figure responds, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Send 500 of our special soldiers and two helicopters immediately. Also, dispatch one of our commanders who's nearby."
"But master," the masked man hesitates, "that's a massive force for just two individuals and innocent students."
The tall figure's grip tightens around the man's neck, and a dark aura envelops him. "There's a possibility that those two can annihilate the entire army we're sending. The students won't stand a chance against their power."
As the dark energy courses through him, the masked man's complexion turns pale, and he collapses to the ground, lifeless.
The master turns to another subordinate, instructing them to organize the army deployment. The chilling aura he exudes suggests a power beyond the ordinary, and his calculated approach hints at a sinister plan unfolding behind the scenes.
The classroom scene shifted rapidly as the masked man's weapon was poised to strike at Ray. In a courageous move, Julie thrust her hand forward to intercept the blow aimed at Ray. The force of the attack was formidable, leaving Julie's hand injured and bloodied. A single drop of blood fell from her wounded hand onto Ray, signifying their intertwined fate. The room brimmed with tension as the clash between the masked man and the two friends escalated.
Within the depths of Ray's subconscious, a surreal vision unfolded once again. He found himself in a tranquil realm where a familiar figure awaited him. Noir, Ray's best friend and an integral part of his past, beckoned Ray to sit beside him. As they conversed, Noir shared his longing for a peaceful world, expressing regret at not having had the chance to shape it as he had envisioned. Noir's faith in Ray's abilities served as a source of inspiration, and he encouraged Ray to believe in his untapped potential.
"Noir," Ray uttered softly, a mix of emotions swirling within him.
"Ray," Noir replied, his voice carrying a soothing resonance. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Ray nodded, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Yeah, it has. I've missed these moments, these conversations."
Noir's gaze was filled with understanding. "We may be separated in the physical world, but our connection endures here."
Ray's eyes shimmered with a blend of gratitude and nostalgia. "You were always there for me, even after… everything changed."
Noir's expression softened, his gaze unwavering. "And that won't change. You and Max are my dearest friends."
Ray's smile deepened, his gaze reflecting a mixture of fondness and determination. "Speaking of Max, you know what's been happening, right? The chaos, the masked men… It's like we're facing something we can't fully grasp."
Noir's eyes conveyed a profound wisdom. "Indeed, Ray. But remember, the bond you share with Max and Julie, it's not just friendship; it's an unbreakable connection. And that connection holds power, a power that can change destinies."
Ray's brow furrowed, his thoughts weighed with uncertainty. "But Noir, my spirit—the Blue Dragon—it's wild. I can't control it like you could with your spirit."
Noir's gaze remained steady, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Ray, you've been gifted with the Blue Dragon for a reason. It's a spirit of incredible strength and potential, but control isn't everything. It's about harmony, about understanding and embracing its essence."
Ray sighed, his gaze distant. "I've tried, Noir. I've tried to harness its power, to use it in a controlled way. But it resists, like a force that wants to be free."
Noir's smile was reassuring. "You and the Blue Dragon share a unique connection. It's not about control; it's about partnership. Think back to when we faced challenges together. Our spirits worked with us, not for us."
Ray's eyes lit up as he recalled their shared experiences. "You're right. The bond we had with our spirits was about trust, about knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses."
Noir's expression held a mix of pride and encouragement. "Exactly, Ray. You have a special gift, a power that's waiting to be harnessed in its own way. And I have no doubt that you'll uncover it when the time is right."
Ray's determination surged anew, a fire rekindled within him. "Noir, I'm ready to face whatever comes our way. With Max, Julie, and you by my side, I know we can make a difference."
Noir's gaze held a twinkle of reassurance. "That's the spirit, Ray. Remember, you're not alone. The threads of fate connect us all, and when those threads intertwine, they weave a tapestry of possibilities."
As their conversation drew to a close, Ray's connection with Noir felt stronger than ever. The wisdom imparted by his friend echoed in his heart, reminding him of the potential within himself. With renewed purpose, Ray returned to the realm of the living, ready to embrace the challenges ahead and unlock the true potential of the Blue Dragon that resided within him.
Back in the tangible realm, as the masked man's weapon swung toward Julie once more, Ray intervened with a swift and powerful motion. He caught the weapon with precision, shattering it into pieces with ease. A swift punch followed, landing squarely on the masked man's form. Ray's attack drain the masked man's energy, leaving him incapacitated and vulnerable.
As the looming threat of the masked army drew closer to the college, the classroom's air crackled with tension. Within this crucible, Ray's consciousness slowly rekindled, his spirit reawakening. By Max's side, they stood united against the tide of masked adversaries, a testament to their unwavering friendship.
Amid the fray, Ray and Max exhibited a synchronicity that seemed almost instinctual, moving in tandem to subdue the masked intruders with remarkable skill. As the last of the assailants fell, Max turned to Ray, her expression a blend of relief and concern. With a steady voice, she recounted the events that had unfolded during his unconsciousness, detailing the imminent threat posed by the approaching enemy reinforcements.