The Author's POV

BOOOOOM—!

The hall flashed, turning white, as a torrential wave of energy burst forth from Durara's staff. A rumbling, thunderous roar resounded continuously as the energy shot forward, towards Ren's direction.

Everything happened so fast that barely anyone present in the hall could react.

Not Waylan, not Angelica, and especially not Ren, who could only helplessly watch as the attack quickly headed in his direction, enveloping his body completely.

Under the eyes of everyone present, be it the duergars, Waylan, or Angelica, Ren's figure slowly disappeared under the terrifying energy's onslaught.

It was so fast that he could not even scream.

BANG—

Once Ren's figure disappeared, a thunderous explosion rang out once more.

Ripples of energy spread apart once Durara's attack hit the other side of the hall.

Once the energy ripples dissipated, what was left behind was only a long trace on the ground, marking the direction of where the attack headed.

Dust and smoke diffused in the air.

"Haaa…haaa…"

Durara's heavy breaths rang out throughout the corridor as she supported her body with the aid of her staff.

Her hair was disheveled. One could tell she was in a terrible state.

Thud—

Despite her menacing facade, it was apparent that she was on her last straw. Mere seconds after she released her attack, falling to one knee, Durara fell face first on the ground.

Whether she was dead or alive, no one no longer knew.

"This…"

On the other hand, with a pale look, both Waylan and Angelica stared in the direction of where Ren used to stand.

Apart from the now melted rod, the only thing visible was the long mark that traced all the way to the other side of the hall. There was no sign of him.

"…It…no…way…"

Waylan fumbled on his words as he stared in the direction of where Ren once stood. He couldn't find him anywhere. His gaze wasn't just directed there, he also looked at Ultruk who was impaled by Durara's long staff.

Despair overtook him.

"This…can't be it, right?"

Where did everything go wrong?

A look of resignation and defeat appeared on his face as he tried his best to process what was happening.

Everything was going so well just a few minutes ago. Yet, everything changed within a second.

Ultruk and Ren had died.

To make matters worse, Waylan's condition had regressed.

Having just exerted some mana to fight against the duergars, he was on his last legs.

Thud—

His right knee gave out.

"Huaaaaaa!"

Snapping him out his thoughts was a high-pitched scream of agony that sounded not so far from where his position.

Turning towards the direction of where the scream originated from, Waylan's eyes stopped on Angelica. Staring at her condition, his mouth opened like a fish, as his throat dried up.

she's connected to

understood what was going

resignation in his eyes

no longer deny the

"Haaaa!"

Waylan's heart.

knees buckled, her blood and saliva mixing as it dropped on the floor. Her hair scattered all over her face, painting a desperate visage crying for momentary respite. Yet, Angelica's eyes never left the place where Ren once

"Haaaa…haaaa…"

never stopped. But, what came next was arguably worse. Angelica's whole body slowly started to crumble under everyone's watch. Soon, her voice thinned out, sounding faint, before completely disappearing

wasn't

disappeared, it left behind

Crack-a! Crack-!

miniature cracks enveloped

Bang—

a million tiny particles,

over. It's all over." Waylan muttered to himself. The last shred

a mana contract with Ren where his death would equate to hers, her

he was

multiple duergars as well as an elder whose rank was

But…

Despite his cruel fate…

going down without

"Haaaa!!!!"

broadsword in the air. Forcing himself to stand, a bright luminous light glowed from the body of the sword,

his body towards the sword, Waylan's body slowly shriveled up. His muscles

into a weak and frail on the verge of death man. Yet, none dared to underestimate him.

that there was no way out for him, Waylan no longer hesitated. He decided to supplement his sword with

was planning

his sword became even brighter, blinding the

sorry, Emma…

small tear fell

thought he was so close to once again seeing his daughter, everything came crashing

He felt indignant.

too

of a second, his attack

him, who had their weapons aimed at him, Waylan's enraged shout echoed throughout the whole hall as he slashed down. This time, his words weren't a mere

will kill

WIIIIIIING—

from the tip of his broadsword as

***

[Lock, Class A-25.]

Some can channel the psyons in the air in a way that they conjure a spell or some can control psyons in a

crisp and melodious voice sounded inside

to none other than Donna, as she explained the concept of psyon control

right hand, a subtle

is hard, once one reaches a certain level of

went from enveloping her entire hand to just enveloping one of her fingers. Moving her fingers, the glow would

"Kevin."

glow disappeared, and Donna called out to Kevin, who was listening to the lecture with his cheek rested

"Huh?! Yes…?"

out by Donna, Kevin sat up

wrong?" He asked in

and he already knew most of the stuff she was talking about,

think he did

hand, Donna shook her

you didn't do

her hand, she pointed at the front of

to demonstrate to the others how you control psions to cover your weapon. If I do it, others will just assume I can do it because it's me. If you do it, people will have a better idea of how to follow up. So, quickly get down from there and demonstrate for the whole classroom how you can cover your sword

sure you're

him to demonstrate in front of the whole classroom how to coat their weapons

actually say them

his

"…Okay."