“Use everything you have, except for Black Magic, of course.” Julia stood several meters away from Bin and readied herself. Today, after school, he was taken to the training facility by the teacher, who’s insisting that he has to use all of his spare time to hone his magic and get stronger. “Don’t hold back.” “I won’t.” He retorted, raising his left hand and shooting a couple of arrows made of nothing but blue fire. Julia was motionless, not even raising her hands, she was confident in her magic. The arrows hit small circular-shaped floating ice barriers and disintegrated into nothing. <

After discussing a few matters with Bert, Bin went to his room but did not sleep. Every night, he would fiddle with the dragon scale. Ever since he destroyed the Blood Facility, the scale was dormant. It still has an astronomical amount of Mana, however, it was no longer reacting to any of his attempts, meaning that he can no longer draw Mana from it.   ‘Tis for this reason that, despite getting his hands on it, Paulo did not keep it. He could have hired a team of experts and tried to figure out a solution but that would complicate his relationship with Bin, after all, the scale didn’t belong to Paulo to begin with.   This small part of the dragon was enough to eradicate the Blood Facility along with everyone in it, it's a priceless magical artifact, unbreakable and highly sought after by the public and secret organizations. Unfortun

Bin wanted to find San Hyeon, but not before exacting a small revenge on Anwar and his delinquent gang. After he left the old gymnasium, he circled to the back and used a tiny bit of his Blue Fire, igniting the stone and cement. Logically, such tough materials should be resistant to fire, but only the normal fire, not the one created by Magic. Bin only used a small amount but it was enough as it spread relatively quickly, causing black smoke to rise in the air and invade the interior, alarming the students lurking inside. The incident was minor and the fire was extinguished after a few minutes, however, both the Dean and Thomas’ old secretary quickly arrived. The teachers and everyone working for Thomas obviously knew that Anwar and many other students would ditch clas