BOOOMMM!!
But he couldn’t get very far, before a powerful explosion went off within his body, and his figure went up in a giant mushroom of flas.
Swoosh!
The force from the blast swept across the surroundings, violently blowing against the grasses and trees.
Harry simply watched all this with a smug smirk on his face, turning back to the other dark guild mbers.
[-5000 Energy Points]
[Dragon Wisp Level up!]
[Skill "Dragon Wisp" now level 2!]
A few notifications appeared in front of him, and the smirk on his face widened slightly.
"No matter what form you take, you’ll never stand a chance against ." He said, facing the leader of the group.
The leader’s eyes widened, the darkened sclera of his eyes flickering as he stared into the boy’s laid back expression.
His face contorted with disbelief as flas still danced faintly around the blackened crater where his subordinate had once stood.
There was... nothing left.
Not a single charred bone, not even magical residue. It was as though the man had been utterly erased from existence.
He clenched his jaw, his sharpened teeth gnashing loudly against each other.
His fingers twitched at his side, barely able to contain the sudden spike of rage that coursed through him.
That spell... that wasn’t normal.
"That shouldn’t be possible," He muttered beneath his breath, the words nearly lost in the stirring wind. "That kind of power... it’s far beyond what any stage three Elentalist should be capable of."
The smoke around his body grew thicker in agitation, reacting to his spiraling thoughts.
He had seen many types of fire magic in his life. Spell variations that scorched plains, burned through beasts, and reduced stone to magma—but this...
This wasn’t ordinary fla.
That attack... was easily on par with a tier six spell.
’Only mages are supposed to wield that level of firepower,’ He thought grimly, narrowing his eyes. ’And there are no mages among the students. It’s crazy to even think there could be a mage student in the first place... and our intel can never be wrong.’
The words echoed in his head like a warning bell—reverberating louder with every passing second as he tried to rationalize what he had just witnessed.
And yet—nothing made sense.
None of the students in the tournant should be capable of conjuring that kind of destructive energy, let alone nullify his domain without batting an eye.
Not even the higher-ranked instructors would’ve pulled it off so casually. So who the hell was this boy?
He’d never seen that type of fla before either. It wasn’t ordinary fire. It had no scent, no scorch trail—just raw, blinding energy that lted his magic like snow under sunlight.
The more he tried to make sense of whatever was happening now, the crazier it all seed to him.
"Ugh..." He grunted, his stomach twisting in frustration.
"You..." He finally said aloud, glaring at Harry, his voice low and guarded. "What kind of spell was that?"
Harry didn’t answer right away.
The boy stood calm, his posture relaxed but undeniably dangerous. Lightning still danced faintly around his form—subtle arcs crawling over his skin like serpents of judgnt.
"And how..." The man continued, his voice rising with fury and disbelief, "How can you wield such power?!"
He took a step forward, shadows curling around his legs like smoke devouring air.
’Could he be soone sent by the Adventurer organisation... but no... that can’t be possible.’
They’d been so careful with their mission.
They had deliberately chosen a remote area of the tournant, one far from instructors and surveillance.
There was no way their movents should’ve been discovered.
Unless...
Unless soone had known from the start.
Adolf’s thoughts spiraled. Panic scratched at the edge of his mind, cold and bitter.
’No... no! That’s impossible! There’s no way the AMO could’ve known about today. There’s no way anyone could’ve predicted our descent—not even the higher-ups back in the capital had full confirmation.’
But the pieces... were fitting too well.
And now this boy—this monster—stood before him, smiling like the predator he truly was.
Harry’s blue eyes narrowed, and for the first ti since the confrontation began, a different kind of pressure rolled off him. Colder. Sharper.
He snorted softly, not even bothering to hide the amusent curling at the edge of his lips.
"You ask a lot of questions," Harry said, his voice low and calm. "But you see..."
He tilted his head slightly, and the blue glow in his eyes deepened.
"I don’t explain my power to dead n."
The leader froze.
The words hit him like a slap. Not just for their arrogance—but because of the sheer confidence backing them. That wasn’t the voice of a frightened student, or a fluke mage who didn’t understand the scope of his power.
No.
That was the voice of soone used to killing people like him.
Soone who had done it before.
And would do it again.
Without hesitation.
Then ca the smirk. Subtle. Dangerous.
Harry’s expression sharpened as he took a step forward.
"Wouldn’t you agree..." He paused, letting the mont hang in the air like a blade above the throat.
"...Adolf Rashin?"
Ti stopped.
The leader of the dark guild mbers flinched—his heart skipping a beat.
A crack of wind howled between the trees as his mutated body trembled.
"...What did you just say?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Harry didn’t repeat himself.
He didn’t need to.
The na had landed.
And the reaction said everything.
Adolf stumbled back—just a half-step—but it was enough.
Fear had entered his bloodstream.
"Impossible..." He whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "How do you know my na?"
His voice rose, panic layered beneath his rage.
"Who the hell are you?!"
He wasn’t even trying to keep his composure anymore. His limbs twitched. His jaw trembled.
Harry watched it all with unreadable eyes.
The smoke still curled faintly around the battlefield—but it no longer obscured anything.
The light had returned.
Behind Harry, Miranda still lay within the do of pure energy, unconscious but protected. Safe—for now.
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