Ever since Lyra's berserk state caused widespread damage at the academy, Isaac had been consumed by curiosity about what had truly transpired that night.
After Aiden left the training hall, Isaac carefully carried Lyra to her room. He opened the door and gently placed her on the bed.
Isaac glanced around, noticing that Rhea was absent. A sigh escaped his lips as he realized where she must be.
Rhea was atop the roof, her eyes closed in deep meditation. The soft moonlight bathed her in a serene glow as she inhaled and exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Isaac dashed towards Rhea, his movements swift and precise as he prepared a sneak attack. Rhea, however, anticipated his move. With a fluid motion, she dodged his strike and clenched her fist, ready to counterattack.
Isaac nodded his head in admiration. Rhea's quick response to his attack was impressive, even for someone of her skill level.
"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Isaac asked, his voice laced with concern.
"I'm not in the mood to sleep," Rhea replied, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She sat down on the roof, preparing to resume her meditation.
"You're improving, Rhea," Isaac commented.
"It's not enough!" Rhea exclaimed, her teeth gritted. "I need to learn how to..."
"Don't overdo it," Isaac cautioned. "Unless you want to cause more problems for yourself."
"Yes... sir," Rhea replied, her voice filled with a mixture of determination and resignation.
After spending another five minutes meditating, Rhea decided to return to her room, where she found Lyra sound asleep. She heard the distant rumble of commotion within the academy, when she was meditating before Issac's arrival but she remained focused on her task. After all, Isaac was there to handle any potential issues.
The following day, before Elara, the guardian spirit, awakened the students, Isaac found himself in a meeting with the Council of Masters, the governing body of the academy. These individuals held immense power, capable of shaping the academy's policies and destinies. Only the Big Three, including the king himself, stood above them in the hierarchy.
Isaac stood at the center of the council of masters' room, a confident smile playing on his lips.
"I believe you know what happened in this academy, Isaac Ironheart," Lagertha, the leader of the council, said.
"Yes, I do," Isaac nodded in response.
"Lyra almost destroyed this academy, which would have killed many innocent students," Lagertha continued. "Are you aware of that?"
Isaac remained silent, his gaze fixed on Lagertha. He knew that Lyra's actions had been reckless and dangerous, but he also understood that she was struggling to control her powers.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," Isaac finally replied, his voice unwavering.
"If I'm not mistaken, Lyra's ability turns her into a berserk state. In other words, she's unstable," Lagertha observed.
"Yes... for now," Isaac said, a hint of determination in his voice.
Lagertha raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Isaac's response. "I would like to take full responsibility for Lyra from now on," Isaac declared.
"What about Erik Lawman? Isn't he the adopted father of Lyra?" Lagertha asked, her arms crossed.
"Adopted father, huh? Where was he when she was in her crazed state? Who stopped her from destroying this academy?" Isaac countered, his voice filled with a sense of injustice.
The masters exchanged glances, their expressions revealing their discomfort with the subject.
"You can't take full responsibility for Lyra," Lagertha began. "Only Erik has the right to do so. But..."
Everyone listened attentively as Lagertha continued. "You will teach her how to control her abilities."
Isaac smiled and nodded in agreement. "If you fail, we'll have no choice but to kill her," Lagertha warned. "After all, she's a threat to this academy. If she enters that state again, I can't imagine how many lives will be lost."
"Don't worry," Isaac replied, his voice calm and assured. He bowed and left the room, leaving the council of masters to ponder the implications of their decision.
Isaac was about to head to Lyra's room when he saw her approaching, a look of fear etched on her face.
"Sir, I..." Lyra began, her voice trembling. She wanted to explain what had happened that night, but Isaac cut her off.
"Don't worry, I know it's not your fault," Isaac said, a reassuring smile spreading across his face. "You will be having special training with me from now on."
"Thank you," Lyra said, a faint smile curving her lips.
"You acquired a divine technique," Isaac replied. "It's truly impressive for someone your age."
"A divine technique?" Lyra asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"I'll explain that in class," Isaac assured her.
As he watched Lyra walk away, Isaac couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and responsibility. He knew that teaching her to control her divine technique would be a challenging task, but he was determined to see her succeed.
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"What's the matter? Scared to move or something?" Peter taunted, a crazed smile spreading across his face.
"You are added to the list of people I despise," Daniel growled, his arms transforming into black metal. He was about to charge forward when Isaac intervened, stepping between them.
"That's enough," Isaac said firmly, his voice filled with authority.
Peter, however, remained unfazed. His wicked smile widened as he dismissed Isaac's warning. "Who are you to tell me what to do, huh?" he sneered.
Peter lunged forward, aiming a kick at Isaac's face. But Isaac was quicker. He grabbed Peter's leg, twisting it until Peter stumbled and fell to the ground. With a swift movement, Isaac subdued Peter, pinning his arms behind his back.
"I knew something was definitely wrong with this boy," Isaac thought to himself, his suspicions confirmed by Peter's erratic behavior.
"Get your hands off me!" Peter shouted, his voice filled with rage. A strange, black mark appeared on his neck, pulsing ominously.
"What is that?" Aiden asked, his eyes wide with concern.
"I have no idea," Pelia replied, her voice trembling. She had never seen her brother behave in such a way.
"It feels familiar," Aiden muttered, his mind racing. "I hope this isn't what I think it is."
Peter struggled against Isaac's grip, his efforts growing more frantic with each passing moment. Saliva began to drool from his mouth, and his eyes glazed over, filled with a terrifying madness.
"I will kill you, then I will kill all of them!" Peter roared, his voice echoing through the courtyard.
"We'll see about that," Isaac replied, his voice unwavering. He placed a hand on Peter's forehead, a surge of white energy flowing into the young man. Peter's body shuddered, and his eyes slowly closed as he lost consciousness.