Two minutes.
That was the maximum amount of time that Henry could maintain his Titan Strength.
Just as the name suggested, he would gain the strength of a Titan, giving him superhuman strength.
Every time he was in this form, he could go toe to toe even with a Giant, matching their raw strength and power.
The moment he activated this bloodline ability of his, he would need to end his opponent within that time limit.
After two minutes, his speed and strength would decrease to a fifth of his peak strength, making his movement very sluggish.
This was the downside of his ability, so he’d only use it when he truly needed to fight with his life on the line.
Of course, he would regain his strength after half an hour. However, he would be unable to use his ability, Titan Strength, again for a day.
The silver daggers flying in the sky were like the messengers of death that heralded the slaughter of anyone they hit.
But since the number of their opponents was simply too many, Henry and Rowan were unable to pursue them all.
This was especially true since Henry couldn’t fly, and had to rely on his daggers to keep fighting in the sky.
Some of the Wizards and Witches flew in different directions, while some decided to target Nicole and Garnet, thinking that the two of them were weak.
Losing his momentum, Henry plummeted to the ground, while Rowan was still hurling dark fireballs at his targets, seeming not to care if the Head Prefect of Dud Manor was to fall to his death.
If someone were to see this, they would think that Rowan was heartless.
But that wasn’t necessarily the case.
If Henry could die because of a free fall, the title of Strongest Wizard in Brynhildr Academy would be all for naught.
The Head Prefect of the Dud Manor was just a few seconds away from falling to his death, but his face remained calm like the surface of a lake.
A moment later, he disappeared mid-air and reappeared where Nicole and Garnet were.
What their enemies didn’t realize was that Nicole and Garnet were both carrying one of Henry’s silver daggers.
This was the insurance that he had given them just in case their lives were in danger.
These daggers were currently placed behind their flying brooms so that, if Henry needed to swap places with them, he would reappear at their location instantly.
Nicole’s flying broom shook a bit the moment Henry materialized out of thin air.
The Wizards and Witches pursuing the two ladies gasped in shock the moment the Mage Slayer appeared in front of them.
Without even saying a word, Henry threw several silver daggers in their direction, forcing them to make evasive maneuvers.
Perhaps traumatized by what had happened to Gregory, these Wizards and Witches didn’t hesitate to break their Escape Runes in order to save their lives.
A smirk appeared on the Mage Slayer’s face as he watched the beams of light fly upwards.
What his enemies didn’t know was that the two minutes of his skill was already up, and the side effects of his ability had also started to kick in.
“Is it over?” Garnet asked.
Since they no longer had anyone pursuing them, they no longer had a reason to run away and hovered in the air.
“It’s over,” Henry replied. “Let’s go back to Rowan. His battle might also be over by now.”
He then raised his hands, and the silver daggers that he had thrown away flew back in his direction.
This was the special enchantment that was imbued in them, allowing Henry to retrieve them with ease.
A few minutes later, they returned to where they left Rowan and saw the Third Year seated on top of his flying broom.
His Robes were torn in several places, and his face was a bit pale.
However, he was still alive, and that was all that mattered.
When Henry disappeared, their enemy regained a bit of their confidence and started to gang up on Rowan.
But the latter proved to be more tenacious than they had expected, even managing to kill two Wizards before they decided to leave him alone.
“You still have a long way to go,” Henry said as he looked at the Third Year, who was in a sorry state.
“Speak for yourself,” Rowan snorted. “I could slap you right now, and you’d be unconscious for a week.”
“Sure,” Henry rolled his eyes at the shameless guy, whose robes were in tatters.
Fortunately, Rowan had more than one enchanted robe in his storage ring, so changing defensive gear was not a problem for him.
All their robes were magically enhanced for this trip, making them as durable as Magical Chainmail.
However, this level of protection didn’t guarantee one’s safety, especially when fighting against multiple enemies at once.
“How many escaped?” Rowan asked.
Henry shrugged. “I didn’t bother counting.”
Hearing his reply, Rowan clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“So, what now?” Nicole asked. “Are we going to pursue them? Or should we run after the King Manticore?”
“Do you even need to ask?” Rowan removed his Wizard Robes, exposing his muscular and chiseled body. “We’re going to continue our mission.”
Nicole glanced at the third year’s buffed body, but she wasn’t attracted by it.
Although Rowan’s upper body was filled with masculinity, it fell short compared to Ethan’s physique which seemed to have been sculpted by the Gods.
“Ethan’s is still better,” Nicole muttered in a tone that only Garnet and Henry could hear. “His body looks nicer.”
This made the Head Prefect of Dud Manor chuckle, while the Scarlet Witch just tilted her head in confusion.
Clearly, Garnet had no idea what Nicole was talking about.
After Rowan finished changing clothes, they headed in the direction the other Wizards and Witches had gone in order to escape.
Little did they know, outside of the Legacy Gate, the Headmasters and Professors of the academies that they had attacked all had grim expressions on their faces.
The Professor of Darkmoon Academy was livid after hearing that Gregory had died.
Not many in Darkmoon Academy knew that the Fourth Year, who served as the Captain of their group, was actually his nephew.
He had high hopes for the young man and believed that the latter would raise the prestige of their family after his triumphant return.
But now, those dreams had been shattered, and the only thing that remained was hate.
The Professor of Darkmoon Academy glared at Professor Barret, who was calmly cleaning the monocle in his hand while humming a happy tune.
As if sensing that someone was looking at him with the intent to kill, the Professor of Brynhildr Academy only smiled before returning the Monocle in his eye.
“You reap what you sow,” Professor Barret said to no one in particular. “If you are determined to kill someone, you must also be ready to be killed.”
The Ex-Magistratus then glanced in the direction of the Professor from Darkmoon Academy as his smile grew.
“Many years have passed since you first targeted our academy, and you still haven’t learned your lessons,” Professor Barret sneered. “Maybe, it’s about time to stop the kiddie fights and have us adults duke it out to end it all. What do you say?”
A chilling glint passed briefly through Professor Barret’s eyes, making the Professor from Darkmoon Academy shudder.
Due to his anger, he had momentarily forgotten whom he was glaring at.
The person who was looking at him with a sneer was none other than the most powerful Magistratus, who had been active for forty whole years.
Although he was now retired and had taken a teaching position at Brynhildr Academy, he was still someone whom no sane Wizard or Witch would dare to offend.
Because of this, the Professor from Darkmoon Academy had no choice but to reign in his anger and take a step back from a full-blown confrontation.
He knew with certainty that, when he returned to Darkmoon Academy, his position and his life might be in danger due to the losses that they had suffered on this expedition into the Legacy Domain.