Right off the bat, Spellmaster cast two spells simultaneously, "Kill Phize! Kill Phize! Kill Phize!" Three magic circles formed and were directed at Phize. "The kid must have Spell Intercept and I know very well that every spell has a bit of a cooldown. It prevents spell spamming," Spellmaster surmised. "Cancel," Phize thought. One of the magic circles broke and so did those that came after. "What? How did he-" Spellmaster wondered. Trif and Lili charged at him. He ordered her, "Chant these effect spells with me." She nodded. He chanted, "Strength. Speed." Lili followed his orders, "Strength. Speed." Both glowed red and yellow for a quick second. They charged Spellmaster. "Blowback," Spellmaster chanted. A strong force pushed both of them back. They held their ground. "First and foremost, I have to eliminate Phize Gratham Drestil. He possesses an unknown ability," Spellmaster intellectualized. "Come to me!" Lili yelled. Trif nodded and did what she told him. She grabbed
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
"Were my eyes deceiving me? Or was Lili missing an arm? Were my eyes deceiving me? Or was Trif stabbed in the eye and lying dead on the floor?" Phize thought. He trembled in shock and fear and my legs gave in. "I can't process all of this. We were supposed to be together, weren't we?" he thought. He took a glance at Spellmaster. Spellmaster had this apathetic glare at Trif's body. "I hate it. I hate it. I hate it when I warn people and they don't listen," he said, "Now look what you made people me do again." He chanted, "Instant Regeneration." Just like that, Phize saw Spellmaster's bone and muscle form from his elbow and his left arm was brand new. He opened and closed his arm. "What a fruitless endeavor," he commented. "What did you say?" Phize asked. "I said that his sacrifice was useless," Spellmaster repeated. "You may be Pallitra's older brother… but you are nothing like her!" "What am I even doing? What am I doing right now watching as these events unfold? Haven't I
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
Harris took his sword from the ground. Upon closer inspection, the sword had very fine details such as an embossed and glossy yellow handle and a thick but sharp blade.He wore a short coat, one that does not extend too long and only reaches a few centimeters below the shoulders with the three beige rose-shaped buttons keeping it in place above the cream-colored shirt below it. He wore royal blue jeans and had black sharp-tipped shoes. He had brown hair and black eyes.He slowly approached Spellmaster.Spellmaster did the same while preparing his hands that were covered with the gray merino wool gloves.He chanted simultaneously, "Instant Regeneration. Spell Active."Harris prepared a thrust while a few meters away.He spoke, "Heavenly First Form: Pierce!"A strong force clustered up and shot in Spellmaster's direction.He dodged the force and it ended up breaking through the walls of the school. It formed a large hole.He chanted consecutive spells, "Kill A! Kill A! Kill A! Kill A! K
"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
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Phize and Harris heard the strike and turned around. Phize questioned, "When did…" Both of them charged after Spellmaster. Spellmaster himself was reviving back. Trif dropped his sword, went to Lili, and princess carried her. "Wh-Wha?!" she yelped. Her tail went stiff. "We have to get you some place safe," he said. Then suddenly he felt weak. The effects of the spell wore off and he started breathing uneasily. "You don't need to," Lili told him. Trif slowly dropped her to the ground. "I-I'm sorry," Trif apologized as he dropped her again. He chanted, "Painless." "I feel weaker by the second. I need to make this quick. Thankfully, with Magilation I was able to stand up and even fight; else I would've been long dead with blood loss, internal bleeding, and with whatever medical complication I got," he surmised. "Teleportation," Spellmaster chanted. Zap. He teleported behind him and touched Trif. Phize cast a spell, "Weaken!" His magic radius connected with Spellmaster's.