The Battle was raging on, arrows flocked towards the monsters, and various spells filled the great hall of the royal museum. The atmosphere was thick with tension as students who had been injured by the Purblinds retreated to the back, while those who could still fight bravely held their ground against the relentless horde of monsters.
The chaos threatening to engulf the precious history of the Mauryan Empire, a semblance of control erged through the combined efforts of royal soldiers, Freljord Academy students, and professors.
Amidst the chaos, I found myself caught up in my own mission, trying to hide the weapon that I had managed to steal.
However, my focus was abruptly shattered when I noticed a familiar figure exiting the won's restroom along with a group of people.
"Esrald?" I questioned, my attention drawn to a girl wearing the uniform of Freljord academy, standing among a group of n.
"Why is Esrald there?"
The sight of Esrald in their midst left perplexed making my thoughts race as to why she was there?
Confusion gripped as I tried to make sense of the situation. The group that had just exited the royal museum seed to be affiliated with the rebel army, evidenced by the fact that the Purblind monsters wreaking havoc did not display hostility towards them. Instead, they seed to regard them as allies rather than foes.
It is proof that those n had sothing in their possession which made the monster treat them as their own instead of enemies.
However, this revelation only deepened my bewildernt.
Why would Esrald align herself with the rebel army? It was then that I noticed sothing peculiar. How had the monsters infiltrated the royal museum in the first place?
Hundreds of Purblind monsters were pouring out of the won's restroom like there is no end to them, where did those monsters even co from? It was a question lingering in the minds of everyone present. Unfortunately, the ongoing battle prevented anyone from investigating further.
But the answer to this mystery raised another unsettling possibility: Esrald might be a spy from the rebel army, aiding them in gaining access to the royal museum. It was plausible that she possessed so kind of spatial artifact capable of creating portals to summon these monsters.
Now there was also another possibility that Esrald was struck inside the won's restroom and was saved by the rebels when they invaded through the won's restroom! But I refused to believe such nonsense!
Why would the rebel's save soone when they are here to create chaos?
This possibility was too good to be true.
So that led to my suspicion that Esrald is a spy from the rebel army who must have helped them to get inside the royal museum.
But what was important now was not my suspicion, but what I am supposed to do with this information.
My gaze montarily shifted to Professor Llyod, considering whether or not I should share my suspicions with him.
However, the chaos and urgency of the battle made it highly unlikely that he would believe my speculations or even have the ti to listen to .
'Things are getting complicated.'
The situation was rapidly becoming more complicated, and my mind was in chaos about what to do.
'Let's keep an eye on them for now.'
I decided as I followed behind the group of rebels and Esrald with a certain distance between us.
As I followed, my senses were assailed by the swarm of house flies that perated the hall. Despite the enormity of the raging monsters, my mind couldn't help but stray to the incongruity of the insects buzzing around. The contrast of such mundane creatures amidst the chaos was a stark reminder to the strangeness of the situation.
But thinking about insects when enormous monsters were raging on is the last thought on my mind., ignoring the flies, I followed behind the group of rebels.
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anwhile in the royal museum's hall, Professor Llyod was fighting against the purblind along with Instructor Issabella while also ensuring the safety of the students.I think you should take a look at
It has only been three minutes since the battle began and just in those three minutes, Professor Llyod's mana reserves has been depleted by half.
'I am using way more mana than I thought.'
Casting another debuff spell on the monster that was overpowering the student Professor Llyod thought as he swiftly moved towards the direction of other students.
Lloyd Frontera, the renowned genius of the century and a prodigious magician who had attained the esteed rank of 7-stars by the young age of 25, stood as a testant to his remarkable talent. However, behind the grandeur of his titles and accomplishnts, Lloyd's journey had been marked by hardships and trials that shaped his character and resilience.
While many admired his exceptional abilities, there were those who harbored resentnt towards him. Lloyd's ascent to his current position had not been without challenges, yet amidst the complexities of his life, there was one person to whom he owed his success—a figure who had been a constant presence, guiding him through the trials and tribulations.
'I can't let her down, I will not allow a single student to be hard.'
Principal Jishuka von Cyprus, the embodint of a motherly figure and ntor, had played an instruntal role in Lloyd's developnt as a brilliant mage. From his earliest years, Lloyd faced adversity due to the troubled history of his family. The shadow of his father's grave cri lood over them, resulting in a public execution that left the Frontera family shattered and subjected to the perpetual scorn and hostility of society.
As the son of a condemned criminal, Lloyd bore the burden of his father's actions, enduring the constant judgnt and animosity cast upon him. Despite inheriting his father's noble title as the son of Baron, Lloyd was unable to fulfill the duties expected of him at such a young age. The Frontera family teetered on the brink of extinction, their reputation tarnished, and their every step t with disdain and open hostility from the people they encountered.
In the face of such injustice, questions arose regarding the fairness of Lloyd's predicant. What had a ten-year-old boy done to deserve such treatnt? What had his mother and elder sister done wrong? The weight of his father's cri should not have been placed upon their shoulders, yet they were forced to bear the consequences unjustly imposed upon them.
Despite the overwhelming hardships, Lloyd found solace and strength in the unwavering support of his mother and sister. However, even that ray of hope was cruelly extinguished, plunging the young boy into the depths of darkness. The sight of his mother and sister's lifeless bodies hanging from the ceiling was a heart-wrenching image that haunted his every thought and propelled him further into despair.
In that bleak mont, when all seed lost, a guiding hand reached out to Lloyd, pulling him back from the abyss of his anguish.
'You have suffered as a child.'
The voice that accompanied the touch recognized the suffering he had endured as a child, offering both solace and the warmth of a compassionate embrace.
"I can't let her down," Lloyd silently resolved, channeling his resolve and casting a grand spell that enveloped the entirety of the royal museum's great hall.
A grey colored aura field enveloped the entirety of royal museum leaving the onlookers puzzled.
"Domain Declaration."
Professor Llyod's voice resounded amidst the confused minds of the students and visitors and following his voice, a shockwave ran throughout the grey field.
The shockwave didn't do anything to the students or the visitors, but it hit the monsters that were attacking and the students.
As soon as the shockwave touched the monsters, various kinds of debuffs were allied on them, so monsters fell asleep in middle of the fight leading their heads to fly off, so slowed down, so were shackled by chains that appeared out of nowhere and so fell into confusion losing their mind.
For a movent the battle field that was created in the hall of royal museum cald down and all attention was drawn towards professor Llyod who had cast the spell.
Amidst the admiring gazes of students and soldiers, Professor Llyod swallowed the blood gushing out of his mouth due his forceful breakthrough and shouted.
"Slaughter them all!!"
It was for the first ti since the battle started that Professor Llyod said sothing in rage.
And this awe-inspiring mont was recorded as the birth of the continental's youngest Archmage in the future.
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