"…So this is the strength of Arcadia Academy."
His purple lightning exploded violently.
BZZZZZTTTTTT—!!!
The ground cratered beneath him.
The entire battlefield flashed purple.
Even the airship trembled from the shockwave.
He raised his sword.
"Don't die from this."
Alaric's lightning aura crackled, twisting violently around him, warping the air with sheer pressure. His smile sharpened into something feral. Focused solely on killing.
Cristina's expression shifted.Cold. Calculated.
She swung her scythe once to disperse the frost storm around them, then spoke sharply
"Adelia."
Adelia, who had just deflected another lightning streak with her gauntlet, glanced her way.
Cristina's voice was steady. Far calmer than the situation warranted.
"Go back to the airship," Cristina said. "The students are in the airship. Despite having staff, they are not as skilled and strong as us. So someone needs to be there to protect the students."
Adelia froze.
