Yaxoc sat on the sidewalk, absentmindedly spinning a small rock in his hand when an unexpected glow illuminated the sky.
"What the—?" he muttered, squinting at the radiant figure descending from above.
As the light dimmed, Heraphiel emerged, landing gracefully before Yaxoc.
"You must be the one seeking guidance on Angelic Essence. Am I correct?" Heraphiel said, his voice calm yet commanding. "Oh, and my name is Heraphiel. I'm the strongest Angelic Essence user and a teacher. I've trained countless students to awaken their potential."
Yaxoc stood up, wide-eyed as he took in Heraphiel's divine presence. "Woah…"
Heraphiel chuckled. "You look surprised. Where are the others? Or are you flying solo today?"
"They're off fighting enemies somewhere nearby. I'm just here chilling," Yaxoc replied with a shrug. "So yeah, it's just me for now."
Heraphiel nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the area. "Any significant changes at the academy lately?"
"Well, yeah," Yaxoc said, scratching the back of his head. "Hight was exposed as a traitor after he tried to kidnap us. Turns out his magic is Spirit-based… but I didn't know he had telekinesis."
Heraphiel's expression grew serious, his brows furrowing slightly. "Telekinesis? No… Hight's ability isn't telekinesis. He can steal spirits by touch." He fixed his gaze on Yaxoc. "You're fortunate he didn't succeed. Artificial Magic is powerful, but Hight understands its mechanisms better than most."
Yaxoc's shoulders tensed. "What should we do? He even has Demonic Essence now!"
Heraphiel's calm demeanor shattered as his voice rose. "HE HAS WHAT?!" He stared at Yaxoc, his face a mix of shock and anger. "Hight has Demonic Essence?! This is far worse than I imagined!"
Heraphiel began pacing, his radiant wings slightly flaring. "With Demonic Essence, he could bypass the safeguards of most magics, even Artificial Magic or Angelic Essence. This isn't just a rogue spirit user—it's a catastrophe waiting to happen!"
"What do we do now?" Yaxoc asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Heraphiel stopped pacing and turned to him, his expression resolute. "We prepare. If Hight truly wields both Spirit and Demonic Essence, you and your team are in for the fight of your lives. I'll start your Angelic Essence training immediately, but we need to warn the others. This isn't just your battle anymore—it's everyone's."
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As the two enemies snuck into a dimly lit corner, they held Xavy's book tightly, their excitement barely contained.
"Oh man, Leader Ogamak and Lucius are gonna flip when they see this," Enemy 1 said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Yeah, that kid won't stand a chance once all his secrets are out," Enemy 2 chimed in, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
"Let's crack this open!" Enemy 1 said, flipping the book open with glee.
"I can't wait to see what's inside," Enemy 2 said, leaning in close.
However, as Enemy 1 flipped through the pages, his excitement quickly soured. "What the hell? Everything's in Spanish!"
"Huh?" Enemy 2 peered over his shoulder, puzzled. "So, not only does that kid speak English, but he knows Spanish too? That's unexpected..."
Suddenly, a voice cut through their confusion like a knife.
"Didn't your parents ever teach you not to steal things that don't belong to you?"
The enemies jumped in terror, spinning around to find Xavy standing behind them, arms crossed, an unamused expression on his face.
"SHIT!" Enemy 1 screamed, dropping the book in panic.
"HOW DID HE FIND US?!" Enemy 2 shrieked, scrambling to hide behind his partner.
Xavy sighed, casually picking up the book. "You should know better than to mess with classified information. Even if you managed to read it—" he smirked, flipping through the pages, "—you'd only find fake details. I wrote it all in Spanish to throw off nosy fools like you."
The enemies stared, their fear mounting.
"But here's the kicker," Xavy added, leaning in slightly. "Even if it weren't fake, the real identity within is something you'd never be ready to face."
Before they could respond, Xavy vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint breeze in his wake.
Enemy 1 collapsed onto the ground, trembling. "What... what the hell just happened?!"
Enemy 2 swallowed hard, his face pale. "Let's never touch anything that kid owns again…"
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A few hours had passed, and Yaxoc found himself standing in the radiant halls of Heraphiel's divine temple. Golden light filtered through the crystalline walls, illuminating their training ground with an ethereal glow.
"To begin this lesson," Heraphiel instructed, his voice calm yet firm, "you'll need to pour clean water into your hands."
Yaxoc recalled the same method he had used before. Without hesitation, he located a nearby fountain, scooping up a handful of the crystal-clear water.
Heraphiel observed him and nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, to unlock the essence, point your wet hands toward the light."
Following the guidance, Yaxoc stretched his hands out, letting the divine rays shine upon them.
Slowly, a soft yellow glow emanated from his hands. It started faint but grew brighter, pulsating with warmth.
"Excellent!" Heraphiel exclaimed, a proud smile crossing his face. "You've unlocked the first stage of Angelic Essence. But this is only the beginning. To truly master it, you'll need more than just light."
Yaxoc raised an eyebrow, curiosity mixing with determination. "What's next, then?"
Heraphiel's expression grew serious. "You must prove your control in battle—without relying on your Artificial Magic."
Yaxoc blinked in surprise. "Wait... for real? No magic at all?"
Heraphiel smirked, his glowing hands already forming a faint aura. "For real. Mastery requires discipline, not shortcuts. Now, prepare yourself!"
The room's atmosphere shifted as both assumed their fighting stances, their glowing hands casting streaks of light across the temple.
Yaxoc tightened his fists, the warmth of the Angelic Essence coursing through him. "Alright then. Let's do this!"
With a burst of light, the sparring session began.
Yaxoc lunged forward with a flying kick aimed directly at Heraphiel, but the seasoned angel effortlessly sidestepped the attack.
"Oh, starting slow, are we?" Heraphiel teased with a playful smirk.
Before Yaxoc could regain his footing, Heraphiel delivered a swift counter kick to his chest, sending him stumbling backward.
Yaxoc gritted his teeth, quickly regaining his composure. As Heraphiel unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast punches, Yaxoc narrowly dodged each one, weaving through the attacks with increasing confidence.
A grin spread across Yaxoc's face. "I think I've got it now."
With newfound clarity, Yaxoc channeled the glowing energy of Angelic Essence into his fist. He stepped forward with precision and struck Heraphiel with an uppercut, launching the angel into the air before he had time to react.
Heraphiel's eyes widened as he soared upward. "Impressive!"
Yaxoc leapt after him, his body propelled by a radiant aura. Mid-air, he raised both hands and slammed them down in a devastating sledgehammer blow. Heraphiel plummeted to the ground, crashing into the temple floor with a resounding impact.
For a moment, silence filled the air as dust swirled around the site of impact. But then, Heraphiel rose, brushing himself off. His grin had grown even wider. "So you are stepping up. Finally!"
With a fluid motion, Heraphiel summoned radiant energy into his hands, forming multiple glowing arrows that hovered in the air.
"Let's see how you handle this!" he said, launching the arrows in rapid succession.
Yaxoc's instincts kicked in. He darted through the hail of light with agile precision, weaving and twisting as the arrows narrowly missed him. Spotting an opening, he charged straight at Heraphiel, ready to deliver a powerful blow.
But just as Yaxoc closed the distance, Heraphiel's hand flickered with divine speed, delivering a hit faster than Yaxoc could track. The strike landed squarely, sending Yaxoc staggering backward.
"What the hell was that?!" Yaxoc thought, clutching his side as the lingering shock of the attack rippled through him. He quickly retreated a few paces, scanning Heraphiel for weaknesses.
"Think, Yaxoc. He's fast—too fast. I need a plan," he muttered under his breath, his glowing hands pulsing faintly as he recalibrated his approach.
"Damn! His speed is above hypersonic!" Yaxoc muttered under his breath, his mind racing as he darted around Heraphiel in rapid, calculated circles.
Heraphiel stood still, his sharp eyes following Yaxoc's every move. "What's your plan, little one?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and challenge.
Yaxoc didn't respond, instead watching for the slightest gap in Heraphiel's defense. Finally, he spotted an opening. Seizing the moment, Yaxoc lunged forward and drove a glowing fist into Heraphiel's gut.
Heraphiel gasped, stumbling backward from the unexpected force. "Impressive... You've got strength behind that speed," he admitted, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"This is it!" Yaxoc yelled, determination burning in his eyes as his fists erupted in brilliant, golden light.
Without hesitation, Yaxoc launched into a relentless barrage of punches, his movements a blur of raw power and angelic essence. Each strike landed with increasing force, Heraphiel struggling to react as the assault continued for six intense seconds.
Finally, Yaxoc leapt back, his fists glowing brighter than ever, and delivered a finishing blow with all his might. The impact created a deafening shockwave that reverberated through the angelic essence dimension, shaking the very foundation of the divine temple.
Heraphiel staggered, dazed by the overwhelming power, before finally collapsing to the floor. His wings dimmed slightly as he struggled to lift his head.
"You... really pack a punch," Heraphiel muttered with a weak chuckle, lying there in defeat.
Heraphiel slowly stood up, his bruises glowing faintly before vanishing as his body regenerated. He stretched his shoulders, seemingly unfazed by the intense sparring session.
"I must say," Heraphiel began, his voice calm yet filled with respect, "you've learned faster than most of my students. Few can grasp angelic essence so quickly, let alone wield it with such precision."
Yaxoc smiled slightly, pride swelling within him as he realized how far he'd come.
Heraphiel placed a glowing hand on Yaxoc's shoulder, his expression softening. "But remember, Yaxoc, this is only the beginning. Angelic essence is more than raw power; it's a force of balance and justice. Use your potential wisely to defeat the enemies that threaten this world. I'm putting my trust in you."
Yaxoc nodded, his resolve stronger than ever. "I won't let you down," he said with determination, stepping back as a glowing white portal materialized behind him.
With one last glance at Heraphiel, Yaxoc turned and walked through the portal, ready to face the challenges that awaited him.
Yaxoc stepped onto the battlefield, his eyes locking onto Hight with an unyielding glare. The air around them grew tense as their energies began to clash, invisible sparks of power rippling through the area.
"Hight..." Yaxoc said coldly, gripping his blade tightly.
Hight turned with a smug grin, his voice dripping with mockery. "Ah, so the little prodigal student returns. Did you miss me?"
Yaxoc's expression hardened as he raised his glowing blade. "Miss you? Not even close. I'm here to end this, Hight. Your betrayal ends today!"
Hight chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing. "Bold words from someone so predictable. Spirit magic is leagues above your artificial tricks, boy. And with my demonic essence? I'll crush you effortlessly."
Yaxoc smirked confidently, raising his blade to the light. The sword erupted with a brilliant glow, radiating angelic essence that illuminated the battlefield.
Hight's confident expression faltered for a moment. "Wait... that glow… No! You've already unlocked Angelic Essence? Impossible!"
Yaxoc stepped forward, his aura surging with power. "Believe it, Hight. I've trained for this moment. Your twisted ambitions end here."
Hight quickly composed himself, his cruel smile returning. "No matter. If you think your newfound light can defeat the darkness, you're more foolish than I thought. Come, Yaxoc! Let me teach you the meaning of despair!"
Yaxoc lowered into his fighting stance, his blade gleaming with determination. "You're the one who's going to learn a lesson, traitor. It's time you realize just how wrong you were to mess with me!"
The battlefield erupted as their energies clashed, a storm of light and darkness swirling as the two warriors prepared for their decisive battle.
The fight erupted in a blinding clash of light and darkness. Hight initiated with a powerful move, his voice echoing through the battlefield.
"Spiritual Magic: Steal!" he chanted, unleashing a barrage of spectral arrows that screamed through the air toward Yaxoc.
Yaxoc's instincts kicked in, his blade moving with precision. "I've seen those tricks before!" he shouted, slicing each arrow cleanly in half, the remnants dissipating into the air.
With a burst of speed, Yaxoc charged toward Hight, delivering a devastating swing aimed at his chest. However, Hight intercepted it with both hands, his grip radiating dark energy. Smirking, Hight retaliated with a forceful kick, sending Yaxoc skidding backward.
Stumbling briefly, Yaxoc recovered and spun into a counterattack, his foot connecting with Hight's face in a swift, calculated motion. The impact staggered Hight, giving Yaxoc the chance to reclaim his footing and ready his sword.
Hight's smirk twisted into a sinister grin as he began channeling an ominous power. "Demonic Essence: 0.5%!" he roared, his body enveloped in a dense, black aura that crackled with malice. His laughter was chilling. "You think you can stand against this power? You're nothing, Yaxoc!"
Unfazed, Yaxoc responded in kind, his voice resonating with confidence. "Angelic Essence: 0.5%!" A golden aura flared around him, radiating divine light that pushed back the darkness. His blade seemed to glow brighter, reflecting his unshakable determination. "The power of angels stands with me, Hight! Let's settle this!"
The two warriors charged at one another, fists and blades colliding in a storm of raw power. Each clash sent shockwaves that rippled across the landscape, causing buildings to tremble violently. The sheer force of their combat shook the very country, leaving the air thick with tension and debris.
Far away, other saviors observed the chaos.
Riva, the user of water magic, muttered in disbelief, "That kid... he's holding his own against Hight. Incredible."
Peryion, a poison magic wielder, shouted in astonishment, "Can you believe it?! That brat is going toe-to-toe with him!"
Meanwhile, civilians gathered to watch the spectacle, awestruck and terrified by the destructive clash of light and darkness.
This was no ordinary fight; it was a battle of wills, essences, and destinies.
As the battle raged on, the air was thick with tension, the ground trembling beneath the sheer force of each clash. Hight and Yaxoc had exchanged countless blows, their respective essences lighting up the battlefield with celestial gold and ominous black.
Hight, smirking despite the growing fatigue in his movements, unleashed another attack. "Demonic Essence: Unholy Surge!" he bellowed, a wave of dark energy rushing toward Yaxoc like a tidal wave.
Yaxoc stood firm, his angelic essence flaring brighter. "You've pushed me far enough, Hight," he growled, determination burning in his eyes. He raised his blade high into the light, its golden glow intensifying.
With a swift movement, Yaxoc surged forward, cutting through the dark wave as if it were nothing. Hight barely had time to react as Yaxoc closed the distance, his fist glowing with angelic energy.
"This ends now!" Yaxoc roared, putting all his power into a devastating punch. The impact was immediate and overwhelming, a shockwave erupting from the blow that sent Hight flying through the air. The sheer force of the strike shattered the ground beneath them and shook the heavens.
Hight hurtled through the battlefield like a broken comet, crashing into a distant structure with a deafening boom. The once-mighty traitor lay motionless amidst the rubble, his dark aura flickering and fading away.
Yaxoc stood tall, his golden aura beginning to fade, leaving him breathing heavily but victorious. He glanced toward the horizon where Hight had landed, his voice steady. "That's what happens when you mess with a savior."
The surrounding saviors, Riva and Peryion among them, stared in awe at the spectacle.
"Did you see that?!" Peryion exclaimed, nearly speechless.
Riva nodded, a rare smile crossing her face. "He's more than just a fighter... he's something else entirely."
The civilians, who had been watching in terrified silence, erupted into cheers. For them, Yaxoc wasn't just a savior; he was their hero.
Yaxoc strode away from the battlefield, exhaustion settling in but with a sense of accomplishment gleaming in his eyes. The chaos around him had subsided, leaving only whispers of his name from the onlookers.
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Meanwhile, on a distant rooftop overlooking the battlefield, Lucius and Ogamak observed the scene with grave expressions.
"This isn't good," Lucius muttered, his piercing gaze fixed on Yaxoc. "He's awakened Angelic Essence. That's a problem."
Ogamak leaned against the edge of the rooftop, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Don't overreact, Lucius. The kid hasn't mastered it yet. Angelic Essence takes time to perfect."
Lucius crossed his arms, his tone sharp. "Don't underestimate him. He just defeated Hight—someone wielding demonic essence comparable to a Type 3 demon. Most saviors with unawakened Angelic Essence would crumble under that kind of power."
Ogamak's smirk faltered as Lucius's words sank in. He clenched his fists, letting out a low growl. "Then we'll shift our focus. One of the saviors Hight captured... we'll make them stronger. Or maybe we go after his little weakness—the cat girl."
Lucius arched an eyebrow, his disapproval evident. "You're underestimating that 'anomaly.' She's not just his weakness; she's a wildcard. If you go after her, prepare for the fallout."
Ogamak waved him off dismissively, pulling out his communicator. "Doesn't matter. My men will handle it. Speaking of which..." He checked his messages, his expression twisting into fury.
"WHAT?! THEY DIDN'T GET THE BOOK?!" Ogamak's voice boomed across the rooftop as he slammed his fist against the rail. "That stupid kid... And those texts being in Spanish won't stop me. I can translate them!"
Lucius let out a sigh, shaking his head. "Even if you translate it, you're not getting the truth. Xavy's too clever for that. Memory fragments like his are notorious for hiding real information behind trivial nonsense like poems or random scribbles."
Ogamak's frustration only deepened as he paced back and forth, muttering curses under his breath.
Lucius turned back toward the distant scene of the battlefield, his expression thoughtful. "Focus your rage, Ogamak. The boy is a thorn in our side, but we'll need more than brute force to handle him. Plan carefully."
Ogamak scoffed but said nothing, storming off the rooftop as Lucius remained behind, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Yaxoc... You're a bigger threat than we anticipated."