'I wonder how much he's grown by now. If I see him again, I'll rip his head off. But first…' Nozel thought, the gauntlet around his hand spinning violently. Its knuckles twisted and opened up, forming a cannon-like weapon.
"I need to rip your heads off first!" he roared.
With a thunderous sound, tal shards erupted from his gauntlet at breakneck speed, soaring toward the enemy like guided missiles.
The shards traveled so fast it looked like the n couldn't possibly dodge in ti—but then, towering walls of earth surged upward, slamming into place just before impact.
The collision echoed like a thunderclap, sending tremors across the battlefield. So soldiers staggered from behind the walls, blood dribbling from their lips.
"Want to help out here?" Nozel snapped, glancing at the wind student beside him.
"I thought you had it covered," the student replied with an amused smirk.
"Useless!" Nozel barked, dashing forward. His tal sword liquified mid-stride, collapsing into a molten ball that floated above his palm.
With a powerful throw, he hurled it toward the earth wall—it smashed through with brutal force, crumbling the barrier into chunks.
"Now I can help," the wind student said cheerfully. His wind bird flapped its wings once, and four razor-sharp blades of wind launched from the sky.
They sliced clean through the enemies, so of whom were left gaping—just before the blades forced their way down their throats, shredding them from the inside out.
"I do all the work, and now you show up," Nozel muttered. He pivoted, narrowly dodging an earth spear before swinging his reford sword in an arc, slicing a wind blade in half.
"It is what it is," the student said with a shrug. With a snap of his fingers, spinning discs of wind materialized mid-air. In a flash, they shot forward, slicing through enemy ranks, decapitating several in one sweep.
"How are you even a third-year student? Aren't you supposed to help juniors in their ti of need?" Nozel growled, twisting his body to evade a tallic sword. It skimd his face, drawing a thin line of blood.
In a flash, Nozel summoned another gauntlet and slamd it forward. The tal fist smashed into his attacker's face, sending teeth and a mouthful of blood flying through the air.
"Aren't I helping already?" the student asked casually. He leapt upward just in ti to avoid a trail of jagged earth spikes chasing him across the ground.
Mid-air, he clapped his hands together—shards of wind rained down, piercing the enemy below.
"I guess you are. Tell
sothing," Nozel said, ducking a shard of ice that sliced his cheek. He retaliated instantly with a sharp flick of his arm, launching a tal spike that impaled his attacker straight through the skull.
"Did you ever master that Magus Dominion thingy?" he asked between heavy breaths.
Three n rushed him with ice swords drawn. As they swung, a burst of wind engulfed Nozel, lifting him into the air and throwing the enemies off balance. While still airborne, Nozel's sword morphed into a long whip with a pointed tip.
He swung.
The tallic whip lashed through the n's heads, punching clean holes through their skulls as blood dripped like a broken faucet.
"My answer's no. It's too complicated. They said it'll take ti," the wind student replied from above.
"One more question—why are you helping ?" Nozel asked, eyes narrowing. "You never interacted with lower-year students before. Even back when I was a first-year and you were in second, our paths crossed on missions… but you ignored everyone. So why ?"
"You forgot we're still in battle?" the student pointed behind Nozel, his tone half-serious.
From behind, a mage crept up silently.
Without looking, Nozel flicked his wrist. A tal spear materialized in mid-air and thrust backward, impaling the man through the throat.
"I'm no fool. I never forget my surroundings," Nozel said coldly. "That's one lesson you taught ."
"Glad to see it stuck," the student smiled as he descended. Wind crackled around him.
His hair floated with the pressure of rising energy, robe flaring wildly. The air grew heavy and loud. Then, with a roar of power, he shot forward like a bullet after breaking through.
"I'll answer everything—after the mission," he said in a calm, resonant tone.
In a blink, he was among fifty enemies.
Wind coiled around him like a cyclone. Constructs of blades and birds danced in the air, slicing through flesh and armor alike.
He moved almost as fast as lightning, appearing and disappearing from one opponent to the next.
One man lunged with a spear—he flipped backward, dodging it mid-air, and retaliated with his own. The wind spear scread forward and burst through the man's head.
Farther back, the two enemy generals remained mounted, watching with furrowed brows.
The tide had shifted violently. In just ten minutes since Wysteria Squad's arrival, nearly half their army lay dead or dying.
Though Wysteria had taken injuries, their every wound seed to cost the enemy two n.
"This isn't fun anymore," the Silent Executioner muttered darkly, brows knitting.
"What do you plan to do?" the scarred general asked.
"What I want? Or what you want?" the Executioner replied, a twisted grin stretching his lips.
"Finally… my mont to shine," the general said, rising atop his horse and spreading his arms.
Above them, the sky darkened.
"Fall back!" the Executioner barked.
The soldiers began retreating in unison while the Wysteria squad looked on in confusion.
But from afar, Ryan's eyes widened in horror as he noticed the clouds shifting and mana gathering ominously above.
"EVERYONE! GET OUT OF THE DARKENED AREA!" Ryan shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth.
"Huh?!" Nozel muttered, glancing at the others. All six looked up.
"Too late," the scarred general sneered.
From the clouds, twelve cannons of raw magic dropped downward, erging like titanic weapons from a god's arsenal.
A heartbeat later, pure mana cascaded from the sky in a torrential beam—dozens of massive blasts targeting the squad below.
"SHIT! MOVE NOW!" Ryan roared, bolting toward his squad as they scrambled to escape.
But it was too late.
Their vision blurred. The air grew heavy. Then, darkness.
"I can't believe the strongest academy's about to be vaporized," ca a mocking voice from above. "Well, lucky you. The Lunaria Squad is here."
With a deafening hum, a do of tal—ten ters wide—slamd down around the Wysteria squad, encasing them completely.
The raining mana crashed into the do with explosive force.
And inside… silence.
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