The city had become a prison.
Noah Alaric, perched at the edge of his penthouse, looked out over the skyline. The once-comforting view now felt like a cage closing in. He could sense it—the looming presence of an enemy far more dangerous than any he had yet faced. **Professor Darius**, a Level 30 hunter, had caught wind of his true strength and was making his move. The pieces had fallen into place, and now the clock was ticking.
Noah's mind raced as he sifted through his plans. It was only a matter of time before Darius came for him. The werewolves had already done their damage, and now the academy—his supposed safe haven—was closing in. But Noah had learned long ago that the key to survival was not to fight on the enemy's terms.
It was to move before they even realized you had moved.
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Noah's connection with his sword had grown over time, but now, with Darius closing in, it began to resonate with an ancient power. **Abyssal Night**, forged from the blood of his cursed bloodline, was more than just a blade—it was the key to his ascension.
As the tension in the air thickened, Noah felt the moment his bloodline's legacy awakened. The sword hummed with dark energy as he grasped it, drawing forth the long-dormant power. His muscles surged, and his senses sharpened to an almost inhuman level. His body began to glow faintly with the aura of darkness that had always been a part of him, though never so tangible before.
The **Abyssal Night** had awakened, and with it, Noah's full potential surged.
The power coursing through him was beyond anything he had ever known. **Abyssal Night** not only doubled his attributes, but it also gave him **Blood Drain**—a unique ability that siphoned the life force from his enemies with each strike. The more damage he dealt, the stronger he became. The transformation was complete.
His eyes flickered briefly with crimson light, the markings of his bloodline surging across his skin like veins of molten lava. The sword in his hand pulsed with energy, alive with the power of the abyss itself. His armor, long dormant in the depths of his vault, seemed to sense the shift in his power and responded.
The moment Noah donned the **Legendary Armor**—a sleek, dark black set woven with blood-infused threads, forged in the deepest pits of ancient realms—the air around him changed. The armor seemed to shimmer with its own shadow, bending the light as though it existed on the edge of reality. The dark sigils across its surface pulsed faintly, reacting to his bloodline's power. Not only did it amplify his defense, but it also gave him an ethereal presence, a chilling aura that distorted the air around him.
The armor wasn't just protection—it was a part of his identity, a reflection of the darkness that ran in his veins. It made him feel invincible.
With the **Abyssal Night** in hand and the **Legendary Armor** enveloping his body, Noah felt like a force of nature. Nothing could stand against him now—not Darius, not the academy, and certainly not the remnants of the Avaros Clan.
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Noah could hear the footsteps outside. He had sensed Darius's presence long before the professor entered the penthouse. It wasn't just the noise—the air was thick with tension, the moment vibrating with an ominous hum. Darius had come for him, and he wasn't alone.
A dozen academy guards surrounded the perimeter of the building, their heavy footfalls echoing off the walls. Darius was no fool. He had come prepared to deal with the anomaly that was Noah Alaric.
The professor stepped into the doorway, his massive frame casting a shadow over the room. His eyes—cold, calculating—studied Noah, but there was no hesitation in his voice.
"Alaric," Darius growled, his voice tinged with venom, "this ends now."
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Noah's lips curved into a thin smile. The abyssal sword thrummed in his grip. His **Blood Drain** pulsed in his veins. He was ready.
Darius's weapon—a gleaming blade of pure energy—crackled to life. With a swift motion, he slashed it through the air, sending a powerful shockwave toward Noah.
Noah's instincts took over. He was faster—much faster—than Darius could have imagined. His blade met the professor's in a clash of light and dark, sparks flying as the two forces collided. The pressure of their battle reverberated through the room, shattering nearby furniture.
Noah dodged, moving like a shadow, his body bending at impossible angles. Darius's eyes widened with shock—how was this mere Level 14 moving like this? The professor's battle-hardened instincts screamed that something was wrong. **Noah was no normal student**.
In the span of a few moments, Noah was on him again. His sword arced through the air, cutting a vicious line across Darius's chest. The blood drain activated immediately. Darius felt his strength begin to wane, his muscles seizing up with the overwhelming drain of energy.
"You... you're nothing but a monster," Darius hissed, raising his weapon again for another strike.
But it was too late. The damage had been done.
Noah moved too fast, too ferocious. Each strike from **Abyssal Night** sent Darius staggering back, the energy of his life force bleeding into the sword. The professor's face twisted in pain as his body struggled to regenerate. The battle was slipping from his grasp, and Noah knew it.
With a final strike, Noah forced Darius back, sending him crashing into the wall. The professor lay there, wounded but not defeated. Yet, his eyes betrayed him. He had underestimated Noah, and now he had paid the price.
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But the battle was far from over. Darius wasn't alone, and the academy guards would not stand idly by.
Noah's eyes flickered to Kalis, his loyal subordinate. Kalis, now Level 10 with his **Crimson Stalker** class, stood silently beside him, his crimson eyes glowing faintly. He didn't need to speak to understand the urgency in Noah's expression.
"We need to leave. Now."
Kalis nodded, his lips curling into a predatory grin. "Let's make sure they remember our names."
With a single motion, Kalis leaped into action, his blade cutting through the air with devastating precision. Guards fell one after another, their bodies crumpling to the ground in a bloody heap. His movements were a blur, his class skill enhancing his speed and agility. The academy's soldiers were no match for Kalis's ruthless efficiency.
Noah, his eyes steely with focus, turned toward the city gates. He knew his time was running out. With every second, Darius and his forces would recover and regroup. He couldn't afford to remain in the city. The **Abyssal Night** pulsed in his grip, but now it was time to use his full array of skills.
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Noah's **Concealment** skill activated, cloaking him in shadows. The world around him seemed to slow as his senses sharpened. He could hear the guards approaching, but they couldn't see him. He slipped through the cracks, moving silently, his presence undetectable to those around him.
Kalis followed suit, his own **Crimson Stalker** abilities enhancing his senses. He too vanished into the shadows, his movements quiet and deadly.
The duo moved through the streets of the academy city, dodging patrols and using their skills to remain undetected. The moment they reached the gates, Noah activated **Shadow Dash**, increasing his speed beyond anything the academy guards could track. He raced through the city's underground tunnels, leaving no trace of his passage.
Behind them, the city rumbled with the chaos they had wrought. The academy guards, now realizing the scale of the destruction, would soon come for them, but Noah and Kalis were already gone, slipping into the night.
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By the time the academy had realized what had happened, Noah and Kalis were far from the city—on the move and leaving nothing but a trail of devastation in their wake.
Noah's escape had been flawless. He had used every weapon at his disposal—his legendary armor, his enhanced abilities, his sword—and his enemies had been left broken in his wake. Darius was still alive, but grievously injured, and the academy's soldiers would be left to wonder just how much more power Noah Alaric was hiding.
But Noah wasn't finished. This was only the beginning. His path forward was clear. No one—not even the most powerful hunters in the world—would stand in his way. The academy had learned a painful lesson: Noah Alaric was not to be underestimated.
And the Avaros Clan? They had failed.