TBATE reactions

By Ace0421

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Exactly what the name says. People from the tbate world will be reacting to events in their future timeline. ... More

Introduction: The Cast
Chapter 1: A Theater Room
Chapter 2: Teasers
Chapter 3: Teaser and Sylvia
Chapter 4: Sylvia
Chapter 5: Aether core
Chapter 6: Attack on Xyrus part 1
Chapter 8: Attack on Xyrus Part 3
Chapter 9: Attack on Xyrus part 4
Author's note
Chapter 10: Lucastration
Question
Chapter 10: Wraiths part 1
Chapter 11: Wraiths part 2

Chapter 7: Attack on Xyrus Part 2

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By Ace0421

Third Person POV

(5688 words)

A/N: This chapter is long as fuck. If there are any mistakes, then sorry cause I didn't proofread too much.
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Elijah Knight

"NOOOOOOO! DORADREA!" I spotted Theodore as he roared, charging furiously towards the masked man. He knocked aside the students that weren't quick enough to get out of his one man stampede.

"DORADREA!" Theodore screamed, his voice cracking as he hammered his fists against the translucent barrier.

There were only two sounds that could be heard. It was the sound of delighted laughter coming from the masked man, and the sound of Theodore's thunderous pounding against the barrier.

BOOM!

It was one of the Disciplinary Committee members...

BOOM!

The same group Arthur was in...

BOOM!

A crater was formed underneath Theodore as the marble floor around him continued to crumble and cave under the pressure of his might. As he continued smashing against the barrier, blood began streaming down his arms as his hands were shattered by his own strength. Despite that, the fury never left Theodore's eyes as his icy gaze never left the masked man.

"COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!" Theodore howled, a deranged look shrouding his eyes.

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"Dumbass. He's gonna get himself killed." Adam spoke up.

"Adam, you shouldn't say that! He's literally right there!" Helen hit Adam as she pointed at Theodore, who was still crying after discovering that Doradrea would die.

"Sorry." Adam mumbled, but he wasn't really sorry.

"He's right, though. Draneeve was a retainer candidate. He would kill Theodore easily." Agrona said, shrugging.

"How strong is a retainer?" Dawsid asked Agrona, and got an answer from Seris.

"The weakest one could go toe to toe against one of the lances and win." Seris told him.

"Impossible. Would a retainer be able to beat me?" Lance Varay asked, Seris nodded.

"Yes, most of them would be able to." She said.

The Lances were in shock at the idea of fighting such opponents.

The Greysunders were glad they chose to side with the Vritra.

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Suddenly, the masked man stopped his laughter and he removed his mask. His face was narrow and sharp, with skin that glowed in a hue of gray. In spite of the sharp and the attractive features all women would like to see in their lover's, it was hard to miss the crazy, almost psychotic expression that seems to have been permanently pasted on. His face was wrinkled in a scowl as he tilted his head to the side, as if he was confused by Theodore's last statement.

"Coward? Me?" The masked figure began walking towards Theodore with the easy arrogance of someone who knew that everything in the world existed for his taking, every one of his steps seeming to drive a nail into the minds of everyone present.

"Yes, you! Stop hiding behind this barrier and fight me!" He growled back, blood continuing to drip from his broken hands.

"Coward? Me? The mighty and reborn Draneeve... hiding?" The person called Draneeve blinked out of view and appeared in front of Theodore with a speed so fast, Theodore wasn't even able to react as Draneeve pulled him to the other side of the barrier. He threw the Disciplinary Committee member easily onto the erected platform.

Caught off guard, Theodore landed less than elegantly on his back before squirming to his knees as he had trouble putting weight on his crippled hands.

Again, Draneeve blinked in a sudden flash of speed and squatted down facing Theodore. "Why don't you fight me now?" A sinister smirk curved on the red-haired man's face.

With a desperate yell, Theodore jumped up, bringing his leg down,executing a heel kick towards Draneeve's shoulder.

BOOM!

As the platform splintered and a cloud of dust formed, it was obvious that Theodore imbued enough mana into his leg to crumble a building.

There were a few cheers from the students as we all waited for the cloud to clear. I too hoped that the attack was enough to be cheering like that, but I knew it wouldn't be that easy.

A howl of pain amidst the cloud of debris rendered the cheers moot as we now waited silently. As the dust cleared, we could see now what had happened, but none of us could believe it. It wasn't a secret to everyone here that Theodore was a deviant, capable of using mana to manipulate gravity.

Just from the fact that the stone platform shattered like glass. we knew that Theodore didn't hold back during his attack just now, but what we saw was Theodore's leg still sitting on top of Draneeve's shoulder from where it landed. Except Draneeve was fine while Theodore's leg was snapped cleanly in half.

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"See?! I told you!" Adam yelled and then Helen covered his mouth with her hand, her mouth gaping.

"Thats so cruel." Angela said, and the other Twin Horns nodded.

Adam pried Helen's hand from his mouth and yelled, "His fault! He was the one who challanged him like a total idiot! He was asking for i—"

He was stopped by Helen once again, and Theodore was staring daggers at Adam.

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We all stood there with our mouths gaping. Even the professors were baffled by the clear difference between the two. Theodore's attack would've even made the professors do everything that they could to dodge the attack, yet this mysterious man here took it head on.

"Come on! The Great Draneeve isn't hiding. Let's fight!" The smirk never left his face as he kicked Theodore away like rag doll.

"I'm fighting you like you wanted, right? What's wrong?" Draneeve tilted his head again in mock confusion as he continued to beat Theodore into a stupor. His face wasn't even recognizable as it was pummeled to a bloody and broken mess. The rest of us couldn't even do anything... only watch as our fellow schoolmate was tortured.

"....cker," Theodore managed to croak before vomiting out blood.

"Hmm? What was that?" Draneeve landed another solid kick to his side, a loud crack of a broken bone accompanying it.

Lifting his battered head, Theodore looked straight up into his assailant's eyes with a look of pure hatred and disdain before he spat the blood congealed in his mouth at Draneeve's foot.

I could see veins popping on Draneeve's forehead but he simply took a deep breath as he ran his fingers through his red hair, looking down at the bloody mess Theodore now was like a squashed insect.

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"Stupid lessers. Always picking fights they can't win." Windsom spoke as he stared at the screen.

"He should have just stayed down." Reynolds spoke this time.

"I probably had a good reason, okay?!" Theodore yelled, but he didn't convince anybody, not even himself.

"Whatever you say, but your a dead man." Adam said.

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"I see you still have a bit of fight left in you! Hmm... it is too bad though, you seem to be on the verge of dying from all this blood that you lost. Let me help you with that."

"GAAAAAAAHHHH!" The gurgled scream was all I could hear as Theodore combusted into crimson flames at the snap of Draneeve's fingers. That was all he did... snap his fingers.

He snapped again, extinguishing the flames, leaving a charred and smoking carcass.

I realized by this time that my hands were bloody from my nails digging into my palms. I was useless at this point. Even if I tried to break the barrier and ended up succeeding, wouldn't I just end up like Theodore?

"Pfft! See! I helped him! He's not bleeding now right? PUAHAHAAHAHA!" His cackling laugh filled the area as he began clapping for himself in amusement

Seeing that none of us laughed along, he just shook his head. "Oh poo~ you guys are no fun. Relax, I left him alive for now."

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"Yeah, for now, he says." Alaric spoke this time, still drinking more and more alcohol.

"Who even are you, stupid drunk?" Theodore asked him, fuming with rage since he was getting insulted left and right along with having to watch himself get his ass beat.

"I'm just an old drunk ascender." He shrugged. "Now shut up unless you have any alcohol to give me, boy." Theodore just glared at him as Alaric drank.

"How the fuck you get burnt to a crisp over a dwarf?" Regis laughed loudly. "She wasn't even pretty! I mean I'd understand if it was Caera, but Doradrea? Get your priorities straight, Theo." Regis taunted him.

Most of the people agreed, as they should.

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I peeled my eyes away from Theodore's decimated body to see Curtis being held back by the other members of the Disciplinary Committee. His mouth was covered by Claire who had a trail of tears streaming down her anguished face. The princess, Kathylyn, was holding onto her brother's arm with her head down so I couldn't see her expression. I couldn't see that elf, Feyrith, and the member, the mysterious one with the narrow eyes. I think his name was Kai...

"NOW! I apologize to you all for the delay! Without further ado, we will now commence with our main event! Fellas, bring them out!"

As Draneeve grandly waved his arm like some conductor, the frozen mana beasts stirred and sat up straight as a line of hooded figures, covered in robes, came out from the bell tower, each dragging with them a student.

It was when I saw her that my mind came to a stop.

I felt like I was suddenly swimming in thick syrup as my hand pressed against the barrier. I fell to my knees and just stared out in front of me, in a daze.

Being dragged by her hair, her face battered and bruised while her clothes were in a torn mess... it was Tessia.

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"What?!" Alduin and Merial yelled out as Tessia sat there, shaking at the thought of what might have happened to her. Virion clenched his fists hard, trying to remain calm.

"How did she get captured? Why did they target her?" Alduin asked as if it weren't obvious.

"She got overpowered by a certain person and that person targeted her to get back at Arthur. I won't share anything else since you'll find out soon."

Virion rubbed his head and eyes, simply tired of everything at this point.

"Okay, lets go onwards! It's in Claire Bladeheart's point of view now." The librarian announced.

"Why is it in my point of view?" She asked, and the librarian shrugged. "Maybe it's just more interesting that way. I didn't create your world, how would I know?"

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Claire Bladeheart

I held onto Curtis, clasping my hand over his mouth in desperation. My vision blurred as tears continued to well up and stream down my cheeks.

We couldn't... I couldn't do anything.

The Disciplinary Committee members were in charge of preserving the safety and order within Xyrus Academy. I was handpicked by Director Goodsky herself to take on this vital duty, and with the exception of Arthur, I was assigned the task of choosing the members and leading them.

I was their leader, yet I had let all of this happen....I chose to let in a spy.

I was ignorant of the fact that all of our movements were being leaked to the enemy.

I was responsible for the state Theodore was in right now. Even if he made it out of this alive, he would never be able to walk on his own two feet again.

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Theodore pat her on the back and spoke, saying "It's not your fault, Claire. We had no way of knowing." He said, trying to comfort her.

It didn't help that the guy comforting her was the guy who just got his ass beat on the screen, though. She was blaming herself for that.

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I was responsible for Feyrith getting captured.

I was responsible for the death of Doradrea Oreguard.

I should've noticed it by how the radical group seemed to know of our every move and effortlessly slip past us on each occasion. I guess subconsciously, I believed that my team members would, without a doubt, be loyal.

Because of my naive assumptions, we were the first to get attacked. It had happened last night, when the soft, dim light of dawn peeked out of the horizon. We had been busy preparing for the full-scale battle that would come eventually; finalising the emergency evacuation plan after constructing makeshift safe houses out of basements and old classrooms for students to barricade themselves in.

We had all agreed that this might be going a bit overboard, but I now realized that it wasn't even close to enough.

Restless, everyone decided to let out some steam by training. It was Kai's idea. He suggested that we enlarge the area of the training barrier so that everyone could practice without the students, who were all on edge from the recent events, being startled by the sounds of spells and weapons colliding.

We had never enlarged the training barrier before, but nevertheless, I didn't find anything wrong with his suggestion, so I let Kai supervise the barrier while the rest of us trained inside it.

When the barrier formed, it took on a reddish sheen that normally never appeared. Thinking back, the training barrier Kai erected by using the artifact was a miniature version of the cage that was now surrounding the entire academy.

It was then that we were attacked. Kai had let them in; it was as simple as that. That sly bastard was the one who gave away all of our plans to the radical group while feeding us false information.

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"Is this true, Kai?!" Feyrith shot up out of his seat as Kai smiled again.

"Yes, it's true. I was the one who helped the radical group and I am an Alacryan. I can't believe you fell for that, stupid elf." He laughed in his face as he walked away and towards the other side of the theather, where the Alacryans were seated.

Claire clenched her fist as Grey watched in pity. He knew how it felt to be betrayed.

Kai sat next to Caera, giving her a sly grin. "Hello, M'lady, if you woul—" "Get away, bastard. I already claimed her." Regis growled at him as he jumped up into Caera's lap and laid down again, getting comfortable on her thighs.

Kai scowled and stopped trying, wondering how a wolf could claim a Vritra like Caera.

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Kai had his hands full keeping the barrier up so that no one outside could hear the sounds of battle. We were outnumbered three to one yet, we were on the verge of winning. The radical group mages were strong, but my team members were stronger. We would have broken free and warned the school... but he had to show up.

As soon as he stepped into the barrier, whatever advantage we had had disappeared. I just couldn't believe he'd be a part of this. No, I'm lying. It was definitely possible for him to be a part of this. What I couldn't believe was that it was actually him.

He single-handedly turned the tides. He was a gifted mage before and if it wasn't for his twisted and conceited personality, I would've definitely wanted him to join the Disciplinary Committee. He was talented, but a lot of his breakthroughs came from the overuse of elixirs and other synthetic drugs that would result in dire consequences later. This was the rumor, anyways.

But he was on another level. The mana fluctuation around him was comparable to that of professors'—no, beyond them. It was odd though. The abundant mana particles surrounding him were erratic, chaotic almost; there was so much mana being forcibly generated that it overflowed. I wasn't sure if that was the cause, but even the color of his skin and hair took on a different tint.

The amount of mana was unnatural for someone barely hitting the age that most humans would begin to awaken. This reminded me of Arthur; he might even be stronger than him presently, however, I knew for certain that whatever led him to this state wasn't anything natural.

Needless to say, we weren't much of a match for him. Chantless casting, multi-casting, an endless well of mana—even if he was alone, I felt like he could've held up against all of us together.

'How was it possible for him to have become this strong?' was the persistent thought that kept running through my mind, poking at me.

"You call yourself a student of this academy? Out of all people, I would've assumed your pride wouldn't allow you to be some dog of a crazy terrorist group, Lucas," I spat out in disdain. "I now see that I was wrong."

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"Lucas?" Several people asked in shock as they found out who had been helping the Radical group.

"My brother would never do such things. A Wykes is proud and wouldn't resort to such foul tactics." Bairon said, angrily.

"All the evidence is there, lance. Your brother joined us and helped us achieve our goal." Kai said, a smirk still present on his face.

"He would never do such things." Bairon insisted.

"Think what you want, Lance, but—" "For fucks sake, shut up and watch the damn video. And wipe that smirk off your face, creepy ass bastard." Regis Interrupted Kai as he spoke.

Regis hated Kai's guts for three reasons.

1. Hes a dirty traitor.
2. He tried to flirt with Caera.
3. He tried to flirt with Caera.

Regis gave the flirting part two points, one for each of Caera's massive ti—
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I could see that I had hit a nerve as his smug expression darkened, but before he got reckless like I had hoped, Kai intervened.

"Lucas, he wants this done quick and clean. Don't forget the mission," Kai said curtly, his face tensed in concentration from trying to keep the barrier up.

Kai had ignored our repeated hateful shouts prying for the reason of his betrayal, only opening his mouth to keep Lucas in check.

At this point, it would be impossible to get out by trying to beat him; our goal was to create an opening in the barrier.

While battling, we intentionally aimed our spells at the same spot without them noticing, but the barrier was a lot stronger than we had anticipated.

After defeating three of them, Feyrith was the first to get captured and pulled away by the other radical group members, but by then, we had managed to make a crack on the surface of the barrier.

We were able to make a gap in the barrier large enough for us to fit through, but not all of us were able to escape. Through gritted teeth, we had to leave behind Doradrea, along with Feyrith, who stalled the radical group long enough for us to escape.

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"So Doradrea died while holding them off and I got captured in the process?" Feyrith asked, and the Librarian nodded.

"At least it was for a noble cause." Feyrith finished with a satisfied smile.

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It didn't feel like we escaped, no, it felt like we were let go. I could still clearly remember the smirk etched onto his face as he stood there, looking down on me like an insect he released because he didn't want to trouble himself with the mess.

By the time we made it out, it was already too late. Our battle had taken time, and during that time, the academy was already locked in a cage and under attack by both the radical group and mana beasts.

Director Cynthia had not returned and by the time we found some of the Student Council members, they were assaulted as well, although they seemed to be in a better shape than us. Clive seemed especially grateful that the Student Council President was still not back from her trip. The Student Council Secretary—Lilia, I believe—asked me worriedly if Arthur was okay, and was relieved to find out he wasn't inside the academy.

It was demoralizing for us as some of the students we tried so hard to fight for simply gave in and sided with the enemies.

But I couldn't blame them.

It was us that failed in our jobs to protect them

"Please, Curtis... please." I continued begging, choking back a sob.

"Please, stop. You can't." I bit my lower lip.

"Please..."

Curtis' thrashing settled, but I could still feel him trembling from rage. I removed my hand from his mouth and noticed that there was blood; it was Curtis'.

He was biting on his lip so hard, he bit into them.

"I'll kill him..." I heard Curtis mutter, his voice shaking.

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"There's no reason for my children to be harmed in an attempt to help the commoners." Blaine said simply with a proud huff.

Everybody ignored the arrogant king. He wasn't even worth the attention.

"So, Lilia, what was this about you being worried for Arthur? You asked about him." Lilia's mother said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. (I forgot what this lady's name is. I don't even know if she's still alive in the novel.)

"Could it be you still have feelings for him?" She continued, and Lilia blushed red. "No, mom, I was just worried about him."

That was good, because Tessia was ready to strangle Lilia at a moment's notice had she said yes.

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"Curtis, please... just wait. I can't have you charging out like Theodore. We can't lose you too." I tried to keep a firm tone as I spoke, but I didn't sound convincing even to myself.

"Wait? Are we supposed to just wait while we let him kill Theodore and Feyrith? Huh? Like how he killed Doradrea?" he spat out in a growl, his voice pitched low and quiet.

My chest contracted from the venom in Curtis' words, but before I could say anything else, a sharp sound stopped me.

Curtis held onto his left cheek, stunned.

Kathlyn's eyes were red and swollen, her long lashes still wet with tears. Her expression was a knot of grief and frustration. Her usual impassive expression was nowhere to be seen. Her hand was still held up in front of her from where she had just slapped her brother.

The strike wasn't loud, nor was it that strong, but I could tell by Curtis' expression that the light slap from his sister struck deeper and harder than any bludgeon could.

"Brother. We need to think of a way save them. We need to make a plan to protect everyone here. We need to stop that monster, but we can't do any of that if you're like this... or if you're dead." Kathlyn's gaze was unrelenting, her every word piercing through not just Curtis, but through me as well.

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"That's foolish. They should just get out and survive, it doesn't matter if the others all die off." Blaine said, and Priscilla had to shut him up.

"Calm yourself, they are only children. They can't think straight yet." She said, obviously lying, but she just wanted him to shut up. It was hard being the only sane one in their relationship.

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She was right, we needed to get our act together. We needed to think of a plan.

I looked around the crowd in front of the bell tower and behind us, thinking of a way to escape to Director Cynthia's room to see if there was anything that could help us in there, but robed figures stood guard, while the mana beasts were tensed up and ready to pounce onto anyone that tried to make a run for it.

It was then that they brought the captives out, and it was then, that I saw Feyrith being dragged out, beaten and unconscious.

As everyone stared silently while the row of robed figures, each holding onto their respective prisoner, silently trudged out, it took me a few seconds from this distance to realize that one of them... was the Student Council President.

ELIJAH KNIGHT'S POV:

The scene played out in slow motion for me.

I rubbed my eyes just to be sure, but no matter how many times I rubbed and blinked, her figure wouldn't change. While disheveled and matted with dirt and blood, there was no mistaking that distinct gunmetal hair.

My mind raced as a part of me wrestled to figure out what had happened and how she appeared here while another part of me was still in denial; She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be with Arthur.

Whispers and mutters began to explode as soon as the students and faculty members alike realized that one of the prisoners was the Student Council President and the other a member of the Disciplinary Committee.

"Shhhhh." Draneeve waved his hand theatrically for us to settle down before continuing. "I'm sure all of you are just dying to know what is going on, but before I explain, I'd like to introduce myself."

He took a few steps forward and straightened his robe, combing his hair back with his fingers. "As I mentioned earlier, I go by Draneeve."

He made a dramatic pause, as if expecting a round of applause. When nothing happened, he just shrugged and continued.

"I know that at this moment, you guys may see me as some sort of bad guy. I wouldn't be surprised, what with the attacks and the deaths, but I assure you, I am on your side."

That ridiculous statement caused an uproar, as jeers and shouts reverberated through the crowd..

"Silence."

His voice couldn't have been louder than a low growl, but the weight of that one word and the immediate pressure following it froze the crowd to a mute.

"As I was saying...My name is Draneeve and I have come to save you all." Draneeve spread his arms in a grandiose manner, his robe fluttering from the wind making him look pretty impressive.

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"Yeah, he certainly did a very good job of saving everybody." Adam said mockingly.

He got elbowed by Helen and told to shut up again.

"People died, Adam. Children. This isn't some sport or play. They died." Angela spoke to Adam this time.

"But... Some of the people who died are right there..." He said, pointing at Theodore and Doradrea, who were sitting right next to eachother in the comfort of one another.

"And we're watching this as a show for entertainment..." He continued. He didn't think he was in the wrong here.

Grey could only sigh from a distance as he watched their interaction. Nobody paid much attention to him other than Jasmine.

She simply stared at him, her gaze full of questions that would go unanswered for some time.

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No one said a word, too afraid of what he might do; all of us simply waited for him to continue speaking.

"You see, I come from a faraway land. This faraway land is a cruel, cruel place for the weak. Yes, I am talking about all of you. Those gathered here are considered the 'elite', whose backgrounds and potentials make you the future of this continent, but from where I come from, you guys. Are. Simply. Trash." Draneeve's last words were spat out in a mocking staccato.

"That being said, I have made this extremely long and tiresome journey to prepare those I deem worthy so that when my lord becomes this continent's new ruler, you guys will have a place in his kingdom and not be tossed aside like the trash you currently are."

I glanced back to see everyone just looking around, confused. By the expressions on some of their faces, they looked to be in disbelief. Not just surprised, but they sincerely looked like they thought this whole thing was some big prank.

"To those who stand in front of me today, congratulations on being the ones chosen to be honored p.a.w.ns of the new ruler of this continent. Lukiyah, step forth and show them a glimpse of the newfound powers you have been bestowed with."

Lukiyah?

No... It couldn't be...

The figure, concealed under his robe, that had been holding onto Tess by her hair stepped forth, dragging her with him. I bit my lip, struggling to keep calm. Underneath his hood, he seemed to be looking for someone before he stopped; I could feel his eyes on me. I stood transfixed as he removed the hood of his robe.

Confirming my suspicions, it turned out to be Lucas Wykes.

His eyes seemed to be laughing as he continued to stare at me.

Slowly, the edge of his lips curved up as he tugged Tessia up by her hair, just enough so her neck was next to his face.

His mocking gaze never left mine as Lucas ran his tongue slowly...gratingly up her neck to her ear, only to stop and wink at me.

Any sort of inhibition controlling my rage disappeared at that instant, leaving me with just enough sanity to curse out.

"LUCAS, YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW DARE YOU!" My vision reddened as my mind began to numb. Suddenly, as if some inner force pushed my consciousness out, my body felt like it wasn't mine anymore... like I was an entirely different person simply spectating from a first-person point of view.

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"What's happening to him?" Alice asked.

"Elijah's just embracing his trueself." The Librarian said.

"You make it sound like he's coming out of the closet or something..." Regis mumbled.

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I had never felt a sensation like this before, but I knew that whatever it was that's controlling my body, knew how to use my powers better than I could myself.

It was a peculiar feeling that I knew wasn't normal. It felt like the monster that I had been trying to keep locked up switched places with me.

My vision distorted and constantly pulsed from what I a.s.sumed to be adrenaline. I couldn't hear anything besides the beating of my heart. My body seemed like a shell controlled like a puppet by someone that wasn't me.

What the hell was happening to me?

Black spikes ruptured from the earth around me, hurting some of the students who couldn't move out of the way fast enough.

I felt the need to at least apologize but my body was fixated on Lucas.

I walked rather unsteadily towards the ingrate that couldn't be described with just profanity. As I approached the barrier, I worried whether or not my body would able to break through, but it turned out to be an unnecessary concern. Some sort of black plasma suddenly engulfed my hand and as my body laid it against the barrier, the black plasma slowly began to dissolve the barrier as easily as fire melted butter.

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"Isn't that Vritra magic?" Windsom asked. "How is he using that?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Agrona laughed loudly. "Because he a Vritra blooded, of course!"

"No... I raised Elijah for part of his life. He could never do this..." Alice said, worried out of her mind.

"That's the beauty of it! Elijah doesn't even Ex—" Agrona couldn't finish his sentence as The Librarian interrupted him.

"Thats a spoiler! Shut the fuck up, Snake!" He yelled, and the video continued.

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I could make out the surprised expression on Lucas' face, but the expression on Draneeve's face was far more unexpected. His expression paled, twisting and contorting in a way that I could only make out to be as fear. He held his hands out in a placating manner, as if trying to calm me down. At that moment, the dozens of mana beasts all sprung out to attack me, but it was futile. At the flick of my wrist, the black spikes shot from the ground, skewering the discolored mana beasts mid jump.

Was this me? I had never seen magic like this before. It was unnatural, almost evil in a way. Like it was a power meant solely for killing and destroying.

My body ignored the dead mana beasts and slowly drew nearer towards Lucas, who had now lost his bemused expression, replaced by furrowed brows and a tinge of unease in his eyes. The other robed figures decisively released their grip from their prisoners and was about to collectively rush towards me, but for some reason, Draneeve stopped them. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but Draneeve seemed to be almost pleading as his hands constantly gestured in hopes to calm me down.

Suddenly, a sharp pain that seared into me like a burning blade made my body go rigid. I don't know how I knew this, but it felt like my body was reaching its limits.

No. Not yet. I knew I couldn't control my body, but at this point, I at desperately wanted my body to at least to kill Lucas like it had planned to.

My body began staggering, as each step seemed to slowly become more unsteady.

Almost...

My body put up its hand and a black spike shot out towards Lucas. The spike that looked at least arm's length couldn't kill Lucas like I had hoped, but it's speed was fast enough to the point where Lucas couldn't completely dodge the projectile.

Lucas tumbled back from the force of the blow and I could barely make out the black spike sticking out of his right shoulder.

Just one more...

My vision was dimming and my body stilled; I seemed to be losing consciousness. I looked once more at Draneeve, who looked more confused now, and before my consciousness completely faded into the darkness, I thought I saw him. I may have just been hallucinating, but I thought I saw my friend.

I thought I saw Arthur.

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"Isn't Draneeve going to do something to him now that he used Vritra magic?" Alice asked the Librarian.

"You'll see in a bit." The Librarian answered her.

"How sad. The lesser is about to be taken yet he still thinks about that other boy, Arthur, as if he was of any importance." Taci scoffed.

Little did he know, Arthur was the same boy who killed him.

A/N: Vote and comment rn, cause 5,000 words is wild. This was a struggle to write. There should only be one or two more parts of the attack on Xyrus, then I'll move on. I didn't think it would take me so many parts, sorry bout that.

Thanks for reading.

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