Just when the second years thought they had secured victory, an even deadlier threat erged from the shadows.
Though their numbers weren't as overwhelming as the previous two waves, their danger was far greater.
These enemies bypassed the students' detection entirely—striking from the darkness and killing two second years in a single, chilling instant.
Reacting swiftly, Lyra unleashed her wind magic, lifting the entire squad several ters above the ground.
As they hovered midair, their widened eyes caught sight of monstrous figures rising from the earth below—Level 6 ogres, wielding jagged tal swords and spears, their grotesque grins filled with malicious glee.
Unlike the brittle skeletons from before, these towering brutes were grotesque abominations.
Rotting flesh clung stubbornly to their imnse, muscular fras, and hollow eye sockets burned with eerie green flas.
They were neither living nor truly dead—reanimated horrors, shaped by the necromancer's vile magic.
"I knew it! Damn it!" Charlotte cursed, swirling water gathering protectively around her.
"Lyra, take us down!" Dave barked, his body already crackling with raw energy. 'Using this twice in one day will drain
dry for a week… but there's no other choice.'
"Got it!" Lyra replied. Years of battle experience had honed their instincts—they imdiately recognized the dense, oppressive aura of Level 6 beasts.
"Breakthrough!" the second years roared in unison as their feet slamd back to the ground.
Their eyes glowed stark white, ethereal energy shimring around them like divine armor.
"Attack!" Dave commanded.
With a forceful stomp, he surged forward—gripping a massive tal sword nearly four tis the size of a normal blade.
He launched toward an ogre, slamming his weapon down. Steel t steel in an earth-shaking clash that blasted a shockwave outward, uprooting nearby trees.
Teeth gritted, Dave leapt back just as another ogre lunged from the side.
It swung its sword without hesitation. Dave barely managed to raise his own weapon in defense—but the sheer force sent him flying through the air.
"Wind Magic!" Lyra shouted, raising her arms. A funnel of cutting wind surged from her fingertips, hurling forward like a blade.
One of the ogres brought its sword up, effortlessly blocking the attack without a scratch.
"Earth Magic—Sink!" Dante yelled. The ground beneath three ogres softened like wet clay, dragging them into the earth. But another ogre noticed and charged him.
Thinking fast, Dante raised an earthen wall to block. The ogre's sword slamd into it, shattering it completely and sending Dante skidding backward, blood speckling his lips.
"Water Creation Magic—Leviathan!" Charlotte roared.
A colossal sea creature surged forth, bellowing as it crashed into an ogre, shattering its rotting body. She stood behind it, panting, drained.
"Ice Magic—Club of Justice!" the ice student yelled, summoning a titanic ice club that smashed into an ogre's side, sending it tumbling.
'My mana… it's vanishing fast,' the student thought, staggering.
"Look out!" cried the lightning mage. He zipped forward like a bolt and shoved the ice mage aside—but not before an ogre's spear impaled his chest clean through.
"Lance!" the ice mage scread.
Blood gushed from Lance's mouth as he collapsed to the ground with a lifeless thud.
"Damn it!" Dave growled, blood trickling down his forehead.
Rage burned in his gaze as he stared at Lance's killer. Power exploded from him, cracking the ground beneath.
"I'll tear you apart! tal Creation Magic—Spiral Lance!" he bellowed. A spinning lance of jagged steel tore through the air, piercing the ogre's chest and ending it in a brutal instant.
"Dave!" Dante called out—but before Dave could respond, another ogre's sword smashed into him, sending him soaring through the air again, spitting blood.
"Damn it all!" Dante snarled, slamming his foot down and launching earthen spikes at the ogres.
They simply smashed their weapons into the ground, breaking through his defense.
High above, Lyra raised her arms. A hundred gleaming wind blades materialized in the sky. With blood staining her lips, she sent them hurtling down. The blades tore into two ogres, ripping them apart—but the effort made her stumble.
'Ten more seconds… my mana is almost gone,' she thought, panting.
Still, she pushed on. A dozen wind arrows ford in front of her, and with a snap of her fingers, they launched at another ogre. It parried with its sword, shattering them.
But that gave her the mont she needed. She appeared behind the beast in a blur, slamming a wind blade into its skull—killing it. Before she could retreat, a tal spear hurtled toward her head.
Just as it was about to connect, shadows swirled beneath her feet. She sank into the ground and reappeared several ters away.
"Are you okay?" Selene asked, appearing beside her.
"Yeah… thanks," Lyra said, trying to push forward—but her body finally gave out.
She fell, coughing up blood. Her mana core was completely drained, and her breakthrough mode ended.
Around her, the other second years began to falter. Their cores flickered, then emptied. One by one, they dropped to their knees, breathless and helpless.
Of the fifty ogres, thirty remained. The monsters laughed—a deep, guttural sound—mocking the fallen humans.
Charlotte knelt helplessly before an ogre. She scread at her limbs to move—but nothing happened.
The ogre lood over her, raising its enormous blade toward her neck with a wicked grin.
"Charlotte!" Lyra cried, struggling to rise, but her body refused.
The others could only watch in horror as the ogre prepared to behead her.
'No… Dad, you sent
here so I could make our family proud. But I failed… I'm so sorry. Max, please don't be too sad… Take care of Dad for . And Grey… Grey… I regret never telling you how I felt. Please… take care. Goodbye.'
Tears stread down her cheeks. The sword was inches from her neck.
Then—BOOM!
A thunderous crack echoed across the battlefield, followed by the heavy thud of sothing collapsing.
Charlotte's eyes fluttered open. In front of her lay the severed head of the ogre, its massive body swaying before falling lifelessly to the ground.
"Tch. I can't believe you weaklings are this helpless. I had to descend personally just to clean up your ss," a confident male voice sneered.
"Don't act like you handled it alone. I'm here too," a female voice chid in. "But seriously—how incompetent can you juniors be that we had to be summoned?"
"Juniors…?" Charlotte whispered, turning slowly.
Two figures stood proudly before the battered second years.
"Third years?!"
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{A/N}
For so long, I have been teasing how strong the third year students are?? now get ready to see the full force and wrath of the third year students.
Also, you all are going to see an interesting power up in this lil arc... So are we ready to see how strong the third year students are?
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