(The battlefield is silent. WanLaden grips Miss Wolo's arm, and stared at the newcomer, His Watchmen stand between him and the incoming figure—a man with wings that shimmer like obsidian in moonlight, long black hair flowing like a living entity. His presence is unnatural, a celestial beauty wrapped in sheer menace.)
Watchmen (whispering, uneasy): "It's him… The Angel of South Volstadtin."
(Adris Matamalah descends, his wings unfurling like a storm. His long hair moves like sentient tendrils, shifting between defense and offense. His gaze, calm yet piercing, scans the scene. He sees everything—every movement, every action that has transpired in the past hours. The ability: THE BEGINNING.)
Adris: (voice smooth, but heavy with certainty)
"WanLaden… it seems you're in a hurry. Leaving so soon?"
WanLaden (scoffs, tightening grip on Wolo):
"An errand boy? How amusing. Do you think your pretty face and floating hair will change anything?"
(Without hesitation, WanLaden gestures. His Watchmen lunge, blades and juju igniting as they swarm Adris. He doesn't move. His hair whips out like striking vipers, wrapping around swords, crushing ribs, breaking bones. He moves without effort—every attack redirected )
(Dethugo appears behind him, knives coated in poison. Adris barely tilts his head—his hair erupts like spears, impaling Dethugo's arms, forcing him to drop his blades.)
Dethugo (gasping, eyes wide): "Impossible—!"
(Adris doesn't even look at him. Instead, his sword flashes—a single, clean slash. Dethugo's body collapses.)
WanLaden (growling, finally taking Adris seriously):
"Fine. You want to play? Let's see how you handle this!"
(He moves to teleport, dragging Miss Wolo with him. Just as the ability activates—everything changes. The world distorts. Space folds, warps. Light becomes unbearable, shifting into strange geometric patterns. It feels like falling in every direction at once. Their bodies tremble as if breaking apart.)
Watchmen (panicked, some collapsing):
"What… what is this?! My body—!"
(Their senses betray them. Their hands stretch infinitely, their feet sink into invisible dimensions. The sensation is unbearable—move, and you will die. They are trapped in a space they cannot comprehend. This is HYPERCUBE. A 4D prison where perception itself is a weapon.)
WanLaden (teeth clenched, trying to stabilize himself):
"Damn it…! This is—!"
(Then, a ripple. A voice. Soft, yet inescapable.)
Falther Watchman (smirking, whispering):
"Illusion predator: infinite Fantasy Land."
(Adris' eyes flicker. The environment shifts. Five figures appear—his past enemies, warriors he had already slain. But they are alive, grinning, moving towards him. Something is wrong.)
Adris (cold realization, gripping his sword tighter):
"An illusion…?"
(The five enemies attack. Adris fights brutally, his hair shredding them, his blade slicing through. But something doesn't add up. Why… why does this feel too real? His instincts scream—he is killing nothing. And yet, he is killing everything.)
(The illusion shatters. Adris blinks, his mind clearing. And then—WanLaden and the Watchmen are gone.)
(The space returns to normal. Adris exhales, frustrated. He had them. But Falther's hypnosis allowed them to escape. The enemy was clever, using space-time juju to break free.)
Aftermath
(Miss Wolo turns to Adris, her eyes sharp.)
Miss Wolo: "So why are you here, Matamalah Adris?"
Adris (folding his wings, voice dry):
"I was just passing by. Happened to sense the commotion here. Why all these questions? Maybe a thank you will do."
Miss Wolo (crossing arms, unimpressed):
"So she sent you to spy on me. I told her—I don't like being followed. I can take care of myself."
Adris:
"She cares about you." (pauses) "She loves her daughter so much. She wants you to understand her, Wolohinka."
(Miss Wolo's expression darkens. She turns away, her voice bitter.)
Miss Wolo:
"She only cares about that thing."
Adris:
"She doesn't want you in danger. That's why she does these things. You, of all people, should understand that—it's all for the greater good."
(Miss Wolo clenches her fists, but says nothing.)
(She turns to the students—Kente, Tamara, Sophia, and the others, all still processing what just happened.)
Miss Wolo: (sighs, then forces a smirk)
"Well, since things turned out like this, there will be no need for a second test. Count it as a reward for being caught up in this mess."
Kente (awkward, shifting nervously):
"Uh… Miss, I—uhm—I don't think I belong here. I'm not the person you're looking for. I'm just an imposter who—"
Miss Wolo (cutting him off, smirking):
"Nonsense. As long as you took his pass, you are qualified to be here. Anyone who lets their pass get stolen is definitely not Sturmgaard material."
(Kente freezes. The words sink in. Then, slowly… a grin spreads across his face.)
Miss Wolo (turning to all of them):
"Let's move to the capital. It's dangerous to stay here any longer. You will all mentor under me. I will teach you juju—and how to master it. You will become inheritors of the will of South Volstadtin."
(The students stare at her, their destinies now set on a path they never could have expected.)