“Samantha unleashed her deadly <Frost Bullet> skill, aiming to take down Anon, but to everyone’s shock, her bullets disintegrated into mere dust upon reaching him,” Seraphina announced, her voice filled with awe.
“Could this be one of Anon’s arts, or is someone orchestrating this from the shadows?” Landon speculated, his tone laced with intrigue.
“The time for games has ended, princess,” Anon declared, his eyes ablaze with a menacing purple glow, emanating an aura of insatiable bloodlust.
Cough
Samantha convulsed, blood escaping her lips as she succumbed to the overwhelming bloodlust radiating from Anon. Falling to her knees, she struggled to comprehend the unfolding chaos.
“What… What is happening?” Samantha gasped, wiping the blood from her mouth, her gaze fixated on the formidable Anon.
“What transpires there? Has Anon met his demise?” Seti questioned Frank, seeking answers.
“Yeah, only in your wildest dreams,” Frank retorted sharply.
“What?!” Seti asked in confusion.
“I believe he still stands, behold,” Frank replied, pointing resolutely toward the unyielding figure of Anon.
“Why is Samantha kneeling?” Seti inquired, his voice tinged with concern.
“Link,” Anon commanded with authority.
[Master]
“Initiate <Quantum Reflect>.”
[Yes, Master]
Anon’s hand ignited in a crimson blaze as Link materialized from his tattooed form, growing in size with every passing moment. Coiling around Anon’s frame, Link expanded until he surpassed Anon’s stature, unfurling a colossal hood that enshrouded Anon’s head.
With eyes ablaze in resplendent gold, Link conveyed a message before Anon.
[Your loyal companion, Link, has unleashed the might of <Quantum Reflect> on the selected target.]
Anon’s body gradually ascended, suspending itself in the air at a calculated distance. Suddenly, a multitude of enchanting sigils materialized behind him, heralding the birth of millions of frozen bullets.
Thousands of magic circles emerged, enshrouding the entire horizon in an icy aura, plunging the environment into a bone-chilling abyss. Unsettled, noble spectators felt beads of perspiration trickle down their foreheads, an undeniable discomfort invading their beings.
Even the teachers succumbed to perspiration, their gazes fixated on the spectacle unfolding before their very eyes.
Letti, too, stood awestruck, her eyes wide with wonder as she beheld the unfathomable scene playing out on the screen.
The commentators fell into a stunned silence, their mouths rendered mute by the sheer magnitude of the moment. All attention converged on the screen as commoners and nobles alike became enthralled. Witnessing a commoner slay a noble in real-time was a spectacle, one hundred times more captivating than any other.
“H-How?” Jake stammered, his voice a mere whisper, as he grappled with an overwhelming sense of helplessness, watching his sister teeter on the brink of doom.
In this moment, an unexpected revelation unfolded before their eyes, defying all expectations. Unleashing such devastating destruction was a feat only achievable by the most seasoned archmages.
“He aims to end her life,” Marinda declared, her eyes ablaze with a relentless bloodlust as she locked eyes with Mike.
Despite Samantha’s apparent insignificance, she remained Marinda’s daughter, and Marinda was prepared to fight tooth and nail to protect her kin.
Click
Mike withdrew the kunai from Samantha’s visage, vanishing into the shadows with an air of sinister intrigue.
Anon redirected his gaze from the heavens to the quivering Samantha, who trembled in abject terror, her very essence exuding fear so potent that she lost control over her bodily functions.
“So, what were you saying about handicapping me?” Anon sneered, a twisted smirk curling on his lips.
“N-No…” Samantha stammered, her life’s ultimate truth unraveling before her eyes — an encounter with Death itself.
“Boo…” Anon leapt, startling Samantha, causing her to lose consciousness as fear consumed her, yet again relinquishing control of her bodily functions.
“Cancel the cast, Link.”
[Master, I apologize, but once initiated, this spell cannot be undone. I must proceed.]
Link’s voice reverberated through Anon’s mind.
Panic gripped Anon as he frantically surveyed his surroundings, finally spotting a colossal mountain in the distance.
“Good. I’ve found my target,” Anon declared, pointing with unwavering determination toward the towering behemoth.
“Fire.” .𝒐𝙧𝒈
Zzz
ZzzZzzz
Zzzzzzzzzz
In a mesmerizing display, countless frozen bullets erupted from the magical sigils, obliterating the mountain instantaneously, reducing everything in its vicinity to naught but dust.
With the mountain’s annihilation, tranquility descended upon the scene. Link reverted to its tattooed form, and the magical sigils dissipated, leaving behind an eerie stillness that permeated the horizon.
“H-He didn’t kill Miss Samantha,” Shelly exclaimed, her words shattering the silence like a crack of thunder.
“Arcane Flicker…” Marinda muttered, materializing near Shelly with an ethereal grace. She cradled Marinda tenderly in her arms, her gaze fixated on Anon.
“We shall cross paths again, Anon Agreil,” Marinda vowed before vanishing once more, leaving only a lingering air of bloodlust in her wake.
“Alright, I’ve got a thing for MILFs anyway,” Anon remarked, a mischievous grin playing upon his lips.
“Something truly extraordinary just occurred, ladies and gentlemen. Anon Agreil not only mirrored Samantha’s skill but amplified it with unprecedented power,” Seraphina bellowed with excitement, her voice echoing through the air.
“Landon, speak your mind,” she urged.
“Ah, yes. It was utterly mind-blowing. I could never have fathomed such a turn of events, which caught me completely off guard,” Landon admitted.
“Likewise,” Seraphina agreed.
“Anon is a force to be reckoned with.”
“Undoubtedly, he possesses immense strength.”
“My God, had he employed that skill against Samantha, she would have been vaporized in an instant. Her remains would be nothing more than elusive whispers.”
“You’re right. We commoners possess formidable contenders.”
The commoner students’ section erupted with chatter, brimming with newfound confidence and exhilaration. They realized that they, too, had a champion who could stand tall against the nobility.
“Is such power even possible for a commoner, sir?” a student questioned the teacher, his voice filled with awe.
“I-I don’t know. Take your seats,” the teacher replied, his forehead glistening with perspiration as he wiped it with a trembling handkerchief.
Gia’s class…
“Gia, your brother is a terrifying force. How did he amass such power? Did he study under an archmage or perhaps acquire an artifact of immense potency to unleash such devastating spells?”
“Gia, I want to be your brother’s slave.” Yumi spoke.