"I apologize," Spellmaster said. He continued, "Let me explain this clearly. The Magic Network is one of Haydel's proposed theories, it is described as an untouchable place where any form of magic, evil and good, is defined." "Defined?" Phize pondered. "Simply said, it is where magic does what it does. Why magic works the way it does." He paused for a bit then went on. "Haydel. The most infamous person in the history of man. A grand master magic practitioner and might possibly be one of the strongest beings in the universe. I've read multiple texts about her and there was barely any new info about her. However, a few years back, I raided one of the Alganists' bases." "Hold on, what are Alganists?" Taya questioned. Spellmaster sighed, "You people barely know anything of this world. Fine." He elaborated further, "Alganists, one of Altrew's minority cults. They worship beings named as Algans. Supposed beings grant them powers. Now, back to the topic at hand. I raided one of their

Inside a classroom on the third floor, Helix was sleeping on a desk but he was disrupted when he felt violent rumbling.He stood up and looked everywhere."Where is that coming from?"The rumbling stopped. He went outside the classroom and examined his surroundings."Where did the devil dogs go?""I-I don't feel so good. My face feels numb, but the injuries in my leg seem to have stopped bleeding somehow," he thought."Thank goodness, I managed to grasp how to cast a healing spell thanks to Martin."More violent rumblings formed. He fell to the ground."GYAH!"It ended shortly after a few minutes."Ow, ow, ow…""Who's causing all these quakes down below?" he pondered.He managed to stand up and he walked slowly."I-I should go and check it out."A few steps in and he was met with another quake, although, this was stronger in magnitude. He lost his balance again and saw a part of the hallway got shredded through by two unknown objects. He stared in shock.Shortly after, he heard the so

Lili's eyes were half-open. Her strength was waning and her shoulder wouldn't stop bleeding.Trif panicked everywhere and he was even sobbing. He decided to rip through his clothes and wrap them around her shoulder."STAY IN THERE, LILI!"Phize stood there idly."I've never seen Trif cry this much," he thought."D-Don't worry, guys… I-I can heal… I've got some special blood in me…" she reassured.She glanced at her shoulder."Huh? Wh-Why isn't it healing? I-It should have recovered by now.""No need to speak any further, Lili," Trif told her."Now look what you made me do," Spellmaster spoke.Trif glanced at him with wide, open, and furious eyes."This is all because you wouldn't listen to my demands," Spellmaster explained, "Because of your foolishness… I, injured your frie-"Trif interfered, "Shut up, you sick maniac."Spellmaster simply raised his left eyebrow."Wanna continue?" he asked.Phize put his right hand on his face in disappointment."I was a fool. I should've connected m

It was 4:13 PM.Spellmaster's body fell to the ground."Wh-Who are you?" Phize asked."Oh me? My name is Harris Whitey, the 7th Heavenly Knight," the man with the white coat and buttons answered."A-A Heavenly Knight?!" Grendall panicked."Thank goodness, it's finally over," Taya answered."Sorry it took me a while. I literally had to go from the Milas, which was at the edge of the continent, to Hiometry to receive the orders and finally, here at Veril," Harris explained.He took a good look around and saw Trif's dead body and what remained with Lili's."I-I'm so sorry for your loss," Harris apologized, "But at least the issue has been resolved. Phew, the one I killed just now was Spellmaster, right?"Phize, Taya, and Grendall nodded."Thank God, I managed to kill him in one slash," he stated."And who said I was dead?" a voice from behind questioned.Harris was alerted, took the sword he used earlier, and slashed behind him. The one who owned the voice was Spellmaster and he was back

"Grab on, kid," Harris told Trif. All copies of Spellmaster chanted at the same time, "Kill A. Kill B." Trif grabbed his coat and looked away. Harris banged his sword for another time and spoke, "Heavenly Third Form: Grounding." The command spells were nullified. Trif chanted, "Appraisal." He saw the magic signatures of each copy of Spellmaster but only the second one to the right only had a life signature. The rest tried to mimic heartbeats although unsuccessful in tricking the radar. "There. Over there, that is the original," he said as he pointed at the original. "You know? Then let's take it up a notch," the original stated. All 7 copies of Spellmaster chanted at the same time. "Groundbreaking Ma-" "Shadow Bur-" "Kill-" "Boulder C-" "Lightning Bo-" "Blindne-" "Oblitera-" Harris prepared to swing his sword sidewards. "Heavenly Second Form: Strike!" He swung it in the direction of the copies and along with the spells they cast, the copies vanished into magic partic