After defeating Lyra, Issac sat down, lost in thought. He couldn't ignore the gravity of the situation. Lyra, once a promising young warrior, had become a dangerous threat. The council of masters would undoubtedly see her as a liability, a potential danger to the kingdom.
Issac knew he couldn't let them take her. He had to find a way to help her, to guide her back to the right path. But he also knew that such a task would be incredibly difficult, perhaps even impossible. The power she wielded was immense, and if left unchecked, it could lead to catastrophic consequences.
Meanwhile, Isaac's own status had risen. He was now considered one of the strongest evolved beings in the Atlantian Kingdom. The offer to become a commander of the Atlantian army was a testament to his power and potential. However, Isaac declined, preferring the role of an instructor. He believed that by teaching and guiding the next generation, he could make a greater impact on the world.
After defeating Lyra, Isaac carefully carried her to the healer's ward. The academy was still reeling from the recent disturbance. Classes were disrupted, and students were left wondering what had happened.
An announcement echoed through the academy, ordering all students to gather in the general hall. The students, filled with curiosity and apprehension, made their way to the designated area. As they gathered, a sense of unease filled the air. The council of masters, typically working in the shadows, had never taken such a direct approach. The students wondered what important news they were about to receive.
Two figures, clad in gleaming golden armor, strode through the academy, their presence commanding attention. Students whispered and pointed as the armored figures made their way towards the general hall.
Aiden and Pelia, who were still in the ward, exchanged puzzled glances. "Who are they?" Aiden wondered aloud.
"Their mana is incredibly powerful," one student whispered. "They must be at least B-rank, maybe even higher."
"I heard one of them can kill dozens of advanced Yaijuu without breaking a sweat," another student added.
"Yaijuu? What's that?" a confused voice asked.
"What have you been doing in this academy?" a more experienced student replied, shaking their head.
The two figures entered the general hall, a massive space that could accommodate hundreds of students. The sudden appearance of these powerful individuals sent ripples of anticipation and unease through the crowd.
Maybe it has to do with the recent earthquake," Daniel muttered to a fellow student.
One by one, the students filed into the general hall, their curiosity piqued. Aiden and Pelia, staying close together, joined the crowd.
The council of masters, dressed in pristine white robes, entered the hall. Lagertha, the leader, took her seat at the head of the table. A hush fell over the crowd as all eyes turned towards the council.
When Lagertha noticed that all their attention were focused on her she opened her mouth.
"Bring her in."
Issac brought Lyra whose face was looking at the ground. Students began to whisper to themselves.
Issac and Lyra stood to face the crowd.
Largertha stood up from her seat and everyone was silent again.
Lagertha cleared her throat, commanding the attention of the room. "I am sure everyone knows who Issac is," she began, her voice echoing through the hall. The students nodded in agreement.
"The girl beside him is Lyra Lawman," she continued, her gaze fixed on Lyra, who stood with her head bowed.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "So she's related to Erik Lawman?" a student whispered. "Isn't he the instructor of the warrior class? I haven't seen him in a while," another student pondered.
As the whispers grew louder, Lagertha raised her hand, silencing the room.
Lyra here is responsible for the rumbles that occurred twice in this academy," Lagertha announced, her voice echoing through the hall.
"But she didn't do anything wrong. This academy can be repaired, even if it's damaged," Aiden blurted out.
Lagertha's gaze turned cold. "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking," she warned, her voice laced with authority.
Aiden winced as a sudden pain shot through his head. He had underestimated Lagertha's power.
"What did she just do to him?" a student whispered.
"I don't know," another replied, equally confused.
Pelia, concerned for Aiden, gently touched his back. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Aiden nodded, trying to shake off the lingering pain. "I'm fine," he assured her.
Lagertha cleared her throat, regaining the attention of the crowd. "As I was saying, Lyra Lawman is responsible for the rumbles that occurred twice in this academy. But that's not all. She also committed a grave sin... she killed a fellow student."
A wave of shock and disbelief washed over the crowd.
"A young girl of 13 years of age killed an innocent student within the academy. This has never happened before. We, the council of masters, won't be the ones to decide what happens to Lyra, but if it were up to us, she would receive the same fate as her victim, Bolt Henderson. Only the king will decide her fate," Lagertha declared, her voice echoing through the hall.
Now, I'm sure most of you are wondering who they are," Lagertha said, gesturing towards the figures in golden armor. "They are members of the Armon's Elite, led by one of the Big Three, Armon himself.
They are the ones in charge of holding criminals and locking them up in the dungeon. They are also the ones who protect our kingdom," Lagertha explained.
The rest of the council nodded in agreement.
"They will lock her up until the king decides what to do with her," Lagertha continued.
Aiden, confused and frustrated, wanted to speak up. He knew that Lyra wasn't truly evil; she was a victim of circumstances. But before he could say anything, a cold hand gripped his wrist.
He looked up to see a young man with blue hair and piercing blue eyes. The man was clad in a dark cloak, adorned with a silver wing. "Don't," the stranger warned, his voice low and intense.
Aiden nodded, understanding the unspoken message. He turned his gaze back to Lyra, who was now shedding silent tears. He felt a pang of sympathy for her, knowing that she was trapped in a situation beyond her control.
If only I was strong enough," Aiden thought, his heart heavy with regret. Lyra, once a promising young warrior, had been consumed by a power she couldn't control. It wasn't her fault; she was a victim of a cursed gift.
"Take her away," Lagertha ordered, her voice cold and unyielding.
"No, please, I'm sorry!" Lyra cried out, pleading for mercy. But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Issac, unable to bear the sight, left the hall. Lagertha watched him go, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Aiden, fueled by a mix of anger and sorrow, clenched his fist. A faint blue glow emanated from his eyes.
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Meanwhile, in a grand chamber adorned with intricate paintings, a young man in a sleek grey suit stood up from his seat. A scroll, sealed with a crimson wax, was clutched tightly in his hand. A smirk played on his lips as he read the contents.
"It went according to plan," he murmured, a sense of satisfaction evident in his voice.