Academy's Second Seat [part 2 Complete]

Chapter 251: Past and Future (18)

Venderwood rapidly approached, wielding his greatsword.

Despite his large size, his speed was impressive. I dodged to the side and extended my hand.

"Flames of the Abyss."

I aimed for his arm.

Venderwood, with fluid motion, sliced through the flames.

"Spatial Severance."

As he cut through the flames, Perrian unleashed his magic.

I threw myself to the side, attempting to avoid Perrian's spell, but Venderwood was already upon me.

Dodging both attacks at once was impossible.

"Priscilla!"

A silver wolf appeared in front of me.

Priscilla bit down on Venderwood's greatsword with her massive jaws.

"So, rolling around the academy has taught you well. However,"

Perrian began, manipulating mana as he spoke,

"you are only as good as a student."

Perrian reached down to the ground.

"Undead Rise."

Skeleton hands emerged from the ground, followed by dozens of skeletons.

"Behemoth."

As I chanted the incantation, a magic circle appeared on the ground, and a small elephant emerged.

Previously only reaching my knees, its magical growth now matched my height.

The Behemoth's trumpeting caused iron to burst from nearby carriages, flying towards the skeletons at its command.

"Hmm..."

Perrian, stroking his chin, let out an impressed gasp.

Priscilla blocking Venderwood and the Behemoth taking down the undead suggested I could maybe hold out for the 30 minutes.

"Bone Spear."

At Perrian's command, bones gathered and formed several bone spears around us.

These spears flew towards me, guided by Perrian's gestures.

"Hell's Thorns!"

Black pillars erupted from the ground, impaling the incoming spears.

"Spatial Severance."

Perrian cast another spell simultaneously.

I threw myself aside to dodge, rolling onto the sandy ground.

I saw Venderwood, previously obstructed by Priscilla, charging towards me.

"Damn it, Priscilla!"

I shouted her name as I rolled to the side.

"I know!"

Priscilla, using ice to grasp Venderwood's ankle, charged towards his shoulder.

Despite her efforts, her magic couldn't stop his advance.

I had thought her attack would impede him, but the sound of bone and flesh crushing under Priscilla's bite filled the air.

Venderwood hadn't blocked her teeth; even as his shoulder was torn away, flesh and bone ripping, he continued his charge towards me.

"Ah..."

I was reminded of Venderwood's ability.

His form, enduring even when mirroring my future self, flickered in my mind.