Occulus: Tale of the First Blood Witch

Chapter 45

Trent's eyes widened in alarm as Ivan unleashed his fiery onslaught, the explosive force shattering the walls around them with raw power. With swift reflexes, Trent countered with his own magic, invoking Ignis to create a barrier of flames that absorbed the impact of Ivan's attacks, though the force still shook him to the core.

But Ivan was relentless, his next incantation, Lux Sphera, calling forth orbs of blinding light that hurtled towards Trent with lethal precision. With a grimace, Trent attempted to evade, but Ivan's mastery over magic proved formidable as the light orbs transformed into ethereal ropes, ensnaring Trent in their luminous grasp.

"Insludo," Ivan chanted triumphantly, his voice dripping with disdain as he immobilized Trent with his own magic. "You still lack the skill to be called the Headmaster of the Witches, Trent. It was a mistake to appoint you to that position."

Before Trent could respond, the scene erupted in chaos as Professor Cornella and other faculty members arrived, their expressions a mixture of shock and concern at the sight of the intense magical battle unfolding before them.

"What's happening here?!" Professor Cornella's voice cut through the tumult, his eyes widening in disbelief as he took in the scene.

But Ivan, consumed by his own vendetta against Trent, refused to yield, raising a hand to create a magical barrier that barred the others from intervening.

"What does this mean?" Zula, the great witch of the south, demanded, but Ivan remained silent, his focus solely on Trent.

"This is the end for you," Ivan declared coldly, his eyes gleaming with malice as he forcibly expelled Trent through the shattered wall, leaving him to face an uncertain fate beyond the confines of their sanctuary.

"Trent!" The frantic shouts of his professors echoed in Trent's ears as he plummeted from the high building, his heart pounding with adrenaline. With determination blazing in his eyes, Trent caught sight of Ivan's smug expression, fueling his resolve to break free from the sorcerer's grasp.

Summoning every ounce of strength within him, Trent focused on his pendant, channeling his magic into it with unwavering determination. With a swift motion, he pulled the pendant from around his wrist and hurled it into the air above him, his voice ringing out in a commanding tone. "Pegasus!"

A blinding ball of light erupted from the pendant, illuminating the sky with its brilliance. Moments later, a majestic figure emerged from the radiant glow, its wings unfurling to catch Trent in a graceful embrace as they soared through the air.

"Thank you, Pegasus," Trent breathed, his gratitude evident as he glanced at the mythical creature beside him.

"You're welcome, Headmaster of the Witches," Pegasus replied, its voice resonating with a sense of loyalty and duty as they flew towards the broken wall where Ivan and the others stood in astonishment.

"You seem to underestimate me," Trent remarked, his gaze unwavering as he faced Ivan's enraged glare.

"Why won't you just die?" Ivan's voice seethed with fury as he raised his hand, conjuring a broom and mounting it with a snarl of frustration.

But Trent merely smiled, his confidence unwavering as he communicated with Pegasus telepathically. "Are you ready for a chase?"

"I'm ready anytime," Pegasus replied, its determination matching Trent's own.

"Then let's go," Trent responded with a grin, his resolve steeling as Pegasus began to flap its wings, lifting them higher into the sky.

"Do you think you can escape?" Ivan's voice rang out with a mix of anger and desperation, but Trent's laughter echoed in response.