[THIRD PERSON POV]
Three elite schools exist in the magic world.
Easton, where humanity and compassion are taught alongside magic.
Saint Ars, where justice is revered and rulebreakers harshly punished.
And Walkis, where power means everything and magic is polished to the zenith.
Over the past hundred years, Easton has produced 11 Visionaries and Saint Ars 4, while Walkis has produced 85.
There is a clear gulf between the three schools.
"The letter states..." The announcer trails off slightly, her voice shaking before it returns to a shout, "What's this? We of Saint Ars relinquish our seats to Walkis." Domina let out a small snicker at that, his dark grin returning as he continues to eye his opponents from Easton. "Smart of them to drop out after realizing they aren't fit to be Visionaries." He spoke calmly, making sure his words were heard as he finishes with a snap of his fingers, "We happily accept their seats."
Four whirlwinds of black smoke appear in the room, startling the crowd watching as they dissipate to reveal four odd looking individuals. They all appeared to be male, one having their tongue rolling out of his mouth to the side while another has earmuffs covering over his ears and a lollipop stick hanging loosely from his lips. The third individual wore a mask over his mouth, the sight of it appearing scary to a few of those watching, while the fourth remained quiet and hooded, his face and entire body covered from view. Kat noticed, however, a slight twitching of their fingers when she felt his eyes land on her.
"The pinnacle of magic, that's what the Visionary represents." Domina began promptly, eyes lingering back to Kat before drifting to the other three Easton students. "Easton, with its emphasis on character, doesn't qualify. Nor does Saint Ars, with its emphasis on law and formality." Charles looks away slightly as he notices Kat's gaze darkening, her hands having clenched tighter around the teacup in front of her while Domina continues to speak without a care, "Power above all else, that is what Walkis stands for. We six, from Walkis, will enter this tournament and prove we have what it takes."
The room immediately filled with a heavy tension, while some felt excited at the turn of events, others were more wary and fearful at the display of power that they were witnessing. Dot spoke defiantly at the sight before him, standing from his seat at the tea party to scold, "This ain't right! Instead of three schools competing, it's a seven on four fight!" Finn bit down on his bottom lip when hearing those words, his mind running rampant with worry, 'Uh oh, Mash and Kat may be strong but it they come at them with those numbers...'
His thoughts trailed as he eyed the scene below, while up above Angel stared at the fourth newcomer with slightly widened eyes. "Fang...are you okay?" She spoke into his mind, ignoring the curious look from Gazzy that she received when she sighs in distress at his response, "They placed something around my neck. I have to do what they say for now, I'll be fine." She bit on her bottom lip as she glanced at Wahlberg, the man having his eyes narrowed at the Grand Hall below, before asking her fellow Flock member telepathically, "Should I tell Kat and Headmaster Wahlberg?"
"Not yet, don't tell Gazzy either." Angel felt slightly guilty at having to keep such a secret, knowing that Gazzy and Kat would like to know and that Wahlberg could probably do something to assist Fang in his current predicament. His appearance here, though, reveals that the knowledge the Divine Visionary's and the Bureau have about Domina being in Innocent Zero's pocket was most likely to be correct. "Be careful." She sent out those last few words before she reaches over to hold her brother's hand, Gazzy eyeing her for a moment before asking quietly, "Are you okay?" She could only nod, not trusting herself to speak in case she reveals what she found out, and just offers her brother a tense smile.
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Angel With Broken Wings
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