"What is happening!?"
"Sothing is wrong with the instructors—they're attacking us!"
From her arched windows, Bridget watched as the academy premises descended into what she could only describe as absolute chaos. Students were running helter-skelter, their eyes wide with horror.
Nearby, a group of younger students tried to escape, but a towering instructor intercepted them. He moved like a shadow, his blade slicing through flesh without hesitation. Their bodies thudded to the ground, and their cries stopped almost imdiately.
Realization shone in Bridget's eyes, and she cursed. "Dammit, they infiltrated the academy!"
By they, she was referring to the Order of the Flaming Rose, as she witnessed one of the newest instructors—who had just joined the academy so years back—retrieve a giant banner with a single burning rose from thin air.
The banner unfurled dramatically, the dark fabric emblazoned with a single burning rose, catching the attention of everyone. The fla in the center seed to flicker like a real fire.
With a single, well-practiced motion, the instructor hurled it upward. It soared over the rooftops before catching on the spire of the main academy building, where it draped ominously.
Bridget's face turned dark, her eyes gleaming with chilling coldness. This was her academy! The only thing her parents left behind! The only thing that bastard from the royal family didn't snatch from her! She wouldn't stand idly by and watch it burn!
Her gaze hardened, and a crushing pressure poured out from her.
Rattle! Rattle!
The room began to tremble as if an earthquake was occurring, and the glass of the windows creaked before eventually shattering into millions of shards that flew everywhere.
Bridget took a single step,
However…
"Headmistress, what do we do?"
…Before she could move, a panicked voice sounded behind her. She turned around, noticing the presence of one of the senior instructors, blood staining his sleeves. It seed he had barely managed to fight off an ambush.
Bridget clenched her fists. "We kill every last traitor."
As she said this, she moved to the balcony, but just as she stepped down a few stairs, Bridget's eyes flashed sharply. She tilted her head, a swishing sound echoing as she easily avoided the tip of a sword aid at her vitals.
She turned around, only to find the instructor staring at her, disappointnt flickering in his eyes.
"Just how many of you are working for that disgusting organization?" she mumbled to herself. Then, she pointed her fingers like a gun—
A sound like a cannon detonation echoed.
Boom!
Following the sound, the headless body of the instructor collapsed, with a fountain of blood shooting out from where his head should've been.
Bridget didn't care about the bloody ss in her office and leaped from the balcony of the fourteen-story building, landing with the grace of a seasoned warrior. There was no sign of pain in her eyes, and she imdiately went for the nearest instructor attacking two students.
She effortlessly killed him with her purple blast, rescuing the students. Before she could make another move—
A flaming arrow whistled through the air, embedding itself in one of the academy buildings, and it erupted in flas instantly.
Bridget spun, her eyes narrowing.
Atop the walls of the academy gates, hooded figures watched like reapers surveying a battlefield. More mbers of the Order. They had planned this for years, waiting for the perfect mont to strike.
"Destroy the young and watch the future crumble!"
Bridget's gaze snapped toward the source—one of the hooded figures atop the wall, his outstretched hand still glowing from the magic that had fired the flaming arrow.
Aiming her hand at him, a purple beam left her fingertip, blowing his head clean off.
The entire academy was in chaos. So instructors were fighting against the mbers of the Order of the Flaming Rose, but they were outmatched. It was two against one.
"So many corpses… So many deaths…"
Bridget's eyes burned with anger when she saw the bodies of instructors and students slowly forming a mountain.
For the first ti, sothing strange started to occur…
A dark mist began to slither out of her body, seeping into the corpses.
"I promised myself after that day… that I'd never use this power. But I have to."
Her gaze hardened.
"I can't afford to lose the last thing my parents left behind for ."
As she said these words, the fingers of the corpses twitched.
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anwhile…
In the training field where the special class was training, an unbelievable sight was unfolding.
The ever-so-chatty busybody, Blake, had attacked a female student. This was sothing none of them had anticipated, but the bloodied and lifeless student was the proof they all needed.
"You! What's the aning of this!?" one of the students shouted, drawing his weapon.
Nyx also retrieved her Radiant Sword, taking a defensive posture as she snickered. I always knew sothing was wrong with him.
Theo and Kali also retrieved their respective weapons—Theo with his jewel-encrusted sword and Kali with his sledgehamr.
Even the instructor, Wendy, who was overseeing the training, was in shock.
"Explain yourself! What's the aning of this!?" she demanded coldly.
Because the field was a bit isolated from the rest of the academy, they were yet to catch wind of the chaos unfolding.
"You still don't get it, do you?" Blake chuckled as he slowly took off the blindfold he had been wearing all this while, revealing a pair of srizing yet deadly crimson eyes.
However, this was not what shocked the onlookers.
It was his tone… It didn't sound like his usual annoying, boyish voice at all. Instead, it sounded deep yet distinctly feminine.
"Although he's not here, you all are enough for to rank up and beco a Level 80 agent," Blake spoke and lunged at a nearby student who was still processing the sudden attack.
He barely had ti to react before Blake's palm struck his chest, sending him flying into the distance.
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But Wendy didn't move.
She remained standing in a daze.
"That voice…" she mumbled, her expression blank with shock. "Why does it sound so familiar? What is this despair I'm feeling?"
At that mont—
With a wave of his hand, tendrils of crimson energy surged from the ground, lashing out like vipers.
One of the students leaped to dodge, only for another tendril to pierce through his thigh, pinning him in midair before slamming him to the ground.
"When could he condense his mana like that!? And isn't mana usually blue or purple? Why is his red!?" one of the students cursed as he parried an attack from Blake.
"You bastards—taste my hamr!" Kali roared, swinging down with full force.
Blake sidestepped effortlessly, delivering a brutal knee to his attacker's stomach.
Kali gasped, spitting blood before collapsing at Blake's feet.
"He—He knocked out Kali with one attack! Oh my god!"
"We don't stand a chance!"
Despair settled in their hearts.
"I guess it's ti I shed this skin."
Blake laughed, and with a slight twist of the ring on his finger—
His appearance began to change.
Barely ten seconds later—
A red-skinned girl stood before them, a giant wrapped sword strapped to her back.
"You…"
Wendy's eyes widened in terror, her heart pounding violently as she recognized the figure standing before her. It was her—the sa girl who had nearly killed her and Nox in Snowhelm.
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