ALORA LUX RADEN

CHAPTER FOUR; SECOND BATTLE

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CHAPTER FOUR

"As you wish" ... Lady Constance sighed.
She waved her hand, causing a grimoire to appear before her.

"Ballad of the North star..., the big dipper " She whispers...

A constellation of stars began forming around and above her, seven very distinct stars appeared in the constellation, the dubhe, alioth, megrez, merak, phecda, mizar and ursae stars, each one more beautiful than the last.
Each one appeared at very random positions but unusually, they connected to form a septagon.

While Constance's move was still being made, Lord Denven had already retrieved two short swords from his grimoire, then with a bellow he attacked.

"Winds of destruction..., gales of death"

This move had summoned all the wind in the sky, compacting it into the two swords, this move extremely boosted speed, and the power of destruction packed in this strike alone was enough to claim the life of Lady Rosette 10 times over.
Before he had finished his bellow, he had already appeared above Lady Constance. His two short swords cleave down to deal serious damage to her.

But at this time, he noticed that Lady Constance had not moved, she just stared at him, she did not even open her grimoire. He only saw that the move which she had made had completely dimmed.
At this point he noticed something, a very calm breeze swept past his face, and his eyes widened in shock...He hurriedly retreated in the air and threw ten backflips in succession, not until he was sure that he had escaped the range of her attack did he stop.

When the crowd saw this, they were absolutely stupefied. They were still oblivious to what was happening, they were confused.
From their points of view, Lord Denven had been extremely close to making his attack on Constance, all of a sudden he gave up the attack and hurriedly retreated. Fear was evident in his eyes, but soon he became calm.
Only the nobles and a certain special few saw what had just happened, they were shaken to their cores.

At the instant when Denven had attacked, without a word, he knew that his energy output had been cut off from his attack, the attack had been forcibly destroyed. Though he didn't feel this or see this, with his training and experiences, he knew that it was really troubling. That was when he met Constance's eyes, she gazed upon him as though he had fallen for her trap, now he understood that her attack was not meant to attack the opponent, but to forcibly disrupt the flow of energy thereby weakening the attack and crushing it. A well thought out plan indeed. But what surprised him more was that she had achieved this without her grimoire, has she really started casting spells without her grimoire? If that was true, then she was really terrifying...

At this time, a smoothe, calm voice drifted forth, it was Constance's voice.
" Your reaction time is really commendable, Lord Denven. If you had been a second late, you could have been defeated." Now do you think you can match me or do you wish me to open my grimoire.... Her voice trailed off, instilling chills down Denven's spine. Her voice was calm but threatening, he knew she wouldn't say these words without having enough power to back it up.

He knew what she was asking, he knew she wanted him to surrender. She really did not put him in her eyes.

Denven was unwilling. He knew how strong that attack of his was, even for someone at the third tier of the soul realm, his attack wouldn't be taken so lightly. Now he was gambling, he wanted to see her other moves, he wanted to know how much he could hold on since it was evident that he was not her match. How could he even admit defeat now, when she hadn't even used her grimoire. This was beyond humiliation. He wanted to know if she could still use this move again, at what cost or price. Because it was completely unheard of for a first tier soul realm level defeating a third tier in a single move.
He couldn't give up now, this was no longer a battle for a slot in the academy, it was never this from the start, as a noble, he knew his parents could fix him there. This was a battle between the nobles to determine the strength of the younger generation and their future prospects, it was also a battle of face. So the only people who saw this as a means to earn high status were the commoners ...