Chapter 221 - 221: A Sudden visit!

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"You had your chance... and you lost it," the man said coldly, his body slowly descending into the ground like a phantom fading into the abyss. "Live each day in dread, for I will return—and when I do, I'll reduce your precious academy and kingdom to dust." And then, he vanished. "No!!" Viktor's anguished scream tore through the air. He dropped to his knees, his fists pounding the bloodstained earth as tears streamed down his face. Rage, sorrow, and frustration clashed violently within him. He had been so close—so close to avenging his fallen friend. "Arghhh!" Dante collapsed backward, the exhaustion finally catching up to him. His body trembled, drained of every last ounce of energy. "I'm glad that's over..." Lyra whispered breathlessly, her voice barely audible. Around them, the other students were already sprawled on the ground—panting, heaving, bruised and bloodied. Each one of them bore the mark of a war far beyond their years. The battle had been long, merciless, and unforgettable. All except one. Grey stood alone. Unyielding. Silent. His brown hair fluttered gently in the breeze as he stared at the spot where the man called Daze had sunk into the earth with Jack and the bandit. Sparks of lightning still flickered around his fists, casting eerie shadows across his face. 'Why did that aura feel so... foreign? So unnatural? It was the same energy that radiated from that old man I met not too long ago... And again at the town lord's party—it was there, hidden under layers of subtlety. I was too busy fighting that arrogant noble to focus on it back then, but now... it's unmistakable.' Grey's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. 'Something larger is at play. Something older, darker, and far more dangerous than the otherworlders. A hidden force... pulling the strings from the shadows. Who are they? What are they? What the hell is going on in this world?!' His fists trembled as the sparks around them intensified. "Viktor…" Sol's soft voice cut through the silence. She walked slowly toward the kneeling boy, her expression calm, yet touched with compassion. "I know it hurts. You think you've lost your chance... but what if you haven't?" Viktor looked up, eyes red, his voice cracking. "What do you mean?! We were right there when they were rescued! Right in front of us!" "Yes, I know." Sol nodded. "But think about this—Jack isn't gone. You scarred him, wounded his pride and body. That alone should tell you—you're strong. Stronger than he ever expected. And if he hadn't tricked you... you wouldn't have lost." She knelt beside him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "Use that. Train harder. Prepare for the next time. Because there will be a next time. And when it comes—crush him. Leave no room for tricks." Viktor stared at her, breathing heavily. And then—he nodded, slowly wiping the tears and snot from his face. "You're right... as much as I hate to admit it... this isn't the end." Suddenly, a sizzling crack echoed across the field. A blinding white light flared behind them as a portal tore open in midair, pulsating with radiant, mystical energy. The students scrambled to their feet, battered and weary, but ready. Spells flared. Weapons rose. Even Grey, despite his exhaustion, crackled with fresh lightning—his instincts refusing to let down their guard. From the portal, a lone figure emerged. A silver robe danced around him like flowing mercury, adorned with the unmistakable Lunaria insignia. "Captain!" the students gasped in unison. Sёarch* The Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Amir stood still, eyes slowly scanning the devastation. His gaze swept across the ruined village, the fallen undead, and the lifeless villagers scattered like broken dolls. "Damn it..." he muttered, voice laced with guilt. His fists clenched so tightly they turned pale, his teeth grinding as fury brewed within him. Then, his eyes fell on Grey—lightning crackling around him like a vengeful storm, his expression unreadable. Grey stepped forward, closing the gap until only two meters separated them. "Where were you?" Grey asked, voice calm but brimming with restrained fury. Amir stuttered. "I—I…" 'Why is the air... so heavy?' Amir thought in alarm. 'His aura... it's suffocating. How can a student emit this much pressure?' "I had an urgent mission to attend to," Amir finally managed. "An urgent mission?" Grey repeated—and then, in a flash of light, he appeared right in front of Amir, eyes glowing, lightning flaring like an angry god. "Grey! What are you doing?!" Dante shouted from behind. "Don't interrupt me," Grey said without turning, his voice like ice. "Hey! Who do you think you are?! That's my father!" Dave shouted, summoning a gleaming metal blade and lunging forward. But he stopped dead in his tracks as a wind blade appeared out of nowhere—pointed directly at his throat. The swirling magic around it radiated deadly power. He swallowed hard and slowly stepped back. "I'm having a conversation with the captain," Grey said, eyes still locked on Amir. "And I'd appreciate it if no one else interrupted... or else." Amir raised a hand slowly, trying to de-escalate. "I'm sorry I left you all here. The captains were summoned by the emperor for a dungeon raid. It was urgent... and dangerous." Grey's eyes scanned him from head to toe. He saw the torn robe, the bruises along Amir's face. The pain. The exhaustion. Eventually, the lightning faded from his hands. "Fine," Grey muttered, stepping away. "Wait... what happened here?" Amir asked. "Who was responsible for this?" "Jack," Viktor replied, voice like stone. "The same Jack?!" Amir's eyes widened in disbelief. "Yes. And he's joined a group now," Sol said. "They call themselves... the Eclipse Pact." "Eclipse Pact?" Amir's voice dropped. "Isn't that...?" "Yes," Grey replied. "The same group who attacked a town under the guise of bandits." Amir groaned and rubbed his forehead. "This is giving me a headache..." He sighed. "Let's return to the academy. We'll discuss everything there. Viktor, Sol—thank you for stepping in. All of you did well." A portal shimmered into existence, and one by one, the battered students, along with Amir, vanished. --- Far away, in a hidden location... Within the depths of a darkened chamber, men moved through twisting corridors carved from obsidian stone. Torches flickered with violet flames. And at the heart of it all, Daze walked silently, hands behind his back—until he stopped. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. The air had changed. A dense, unnatural pressure flooded the hall, coiling like a serpent around his body. And then—whoosh. A figure appeared before him. The newcomer wore a mask—an eerie, obsidian faceplate that seemed to devour all light. Ancient runes pulsed across its surface, whispering secrets to the void. Its exaggerated grin, carved wide and unnatural, glared in frozen mockery. Black mist curled from its edges like tendrils, alive and watching. Its eye sockets were endless voids, within which flickered embers like dying stars. When the man spoke, his voice did not come from his mouth—but from the very air, as though reality itself shuddered under his words. "Oh?" Daze smiled, unfazed. "What brings one of the Twelve Zodiacs to my humble domain?" "You know of us?" the voice echoed eerily. Daze chuckled. "How could I not? What kind of god would I be if I didn't know what slithers beneath my feet?" "That begs the question, then," the Zodiac replied, arms crossed. "Why would a so-called god descend to the mortal realm... and start an organization?" Daze grinned wider. "I was bored. The world above is dull. And your realm was no better. So I decided... to add a little spice." "We've already caused chaos across worlds. Isn't that enough?" the voice asked. "Not for me. You've stirred things up, sure—but this continent? It's far too peaceful. Wait—you attacked this world earlier, didn't you?" "Yes." "And you retreated. Pathetic." Daze spat. "What happened?" "We didn't retreat. We await the Devil's word. When he calls—we strike." "Hmph," Daze scoffed. "So why are you here?" "To request your assistance," the Zodiac replied. "We cannot interfere directly at this time. Our attention is... elsewhere. We need your help locating someone." "Interesting." Daze tilted his head. "Aren't your kind good at infiltration? Don't you have agents within?" "We do. In fact, one of the Twelve sits within their ranks, highly influential. But he must maintain his cover. So we turn to you." Daze chuckled again. "I haven't agreed to anything. But who's this mysterious individual that has the mighty otherworlders so anxious?" "His name... is Grey," the Zodiac said. "Red-haired. Capable. Dangerous. We want him—dead or alive." ___ {A/N} Daze decided to stir up trouble coz he was bored of the realm above. And I decided to stir up a storm coz the book felt boring a bit???? So listen up you all...an arc is coming soon. This arc will carry so many emotional tones and most especially fights where Grey will dominate as if it was nothing. Also, prepare for a new arrival guys! A character that's so OP... Let me not spoil the fun ???????? Our mass release goals are still active guys! 150 power stones= 2 extra chapters. 50 Golden tickets= 2 extra chapters. Magic Castle= 5 Chapters. Spacecraft= 10 Chapters. Golden Gachapon= 15 Chapters... Let's crush these goals together guys!

Chapter 221 - 221: A Sudden visit!

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