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

instantly understood what was

resignation in

could no longer deny the inevitable

"Haaaa!"

cries tore at Waylan's heart. Alas, he could

scattered all over her face, painting a desperate visage crying for momentary respite. Yet, Angelica's

"Haaaa…haaaa…"

to crumble under everyone's watch. Soon, her voice thinned out, sounding

wasn't there to

the final ashes of Angelica's body disappeared, it left behind a small, cracked

Crack-a! Crack-!

that too soon disappeared as fine, miniature cracks enveloped the core

Bang—

a million tiny particles, the

Waylan muttered to himself. The last shred of hope he had in

where his death would equate to hers, her disappearance was

he was

multiple duergars as well as an elder whose rank was above his, Waylan could only resign himself to his

But…

Despite his cruel fate…

down without

"Haaaa!!!!"

Waylan raised his broadsword in the air. Forcing himself to stand, a

had in his body towards the sword, Waylan's body slowly

everyone present, they watched Waylan transform into a weak and frail on the verge of death man. Yet, none dared

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

was planning on

enveloping his sword became even brighter, blinding the eyes

Emma… My beloved

his final moments, a small tear fell down

to once again seeing his daughter,

He felt indignant.

already too late to feel

fraction of a second, his attack

their weapons aimed at him, Waylan's enraged shout echoed throughout the whole hall as he slashed

will kill

WIIIIIIING—

the tip of his broadsword as

***

[Lock, Class A-25.]

can channel the psyons in the air in a way that they conjure a spell

and melodious voice

voice belonged to none other than Donna, as she explained the concept of psyon control to the over one hundred students present in the

hand, a subtle purple

level of control, they can

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

"Kevin."

Donna called out to Kevin, who was listening to the lecture with his

"Huh?! Yes…?"

by Donna,

I do something wrong?" He

already knew most of the stuff she was talking about, Kevin had been paying attention to the whole class from

think he did anything

hand, Donna

didn't do anything wrong.

hand, she pointed at

you out because I wanted you 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

you're not picking on

to say when Donna asked him to demonstrate in front of the whole classroom how to coat

those were only his thoughts. He didn't actually say them out loud. No way would he do

valued his

"…Okay."