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Chapter Sixteen: Strength of the Heavenly Magus
As Dean Ollivier released his power, all the students stood in awe—except for one. That student was none other than the heir to the Empire's shadow, Selene Evernight. Her expression remained calm and unreadable.
She walked forward, approaching the Dean. Ollivier didn't attack—his confusion freezing him mid-motion. Selene looked at him, her jaw clicking as it realigned itself from the earlier clash, and then she spoke in a chilling tone:
"Dear Ollivier... it wouldn't be good for you or the Imperial Family if what happened seven years ago were to come to light."
The moment the words left her lips, Dean Ollivier's face went pale. Sweat ran down his temple, and his hands began to tremble. He glanced at the Crown Prince—who stood unaware of the weight behind Selene's words—and then turned back to her.
"Damn you... how do you know about that?" he hissed.
Selene gave a faint smile. "We have our ways, Dean. Now, if you'll excuse me." She walked past him without another word. The Dean didn't even dare to look back.
The rest of the students were frozen—unable to comprehend what had just happened. Finally, Ollivier faced them, trying to compose himself. His voice still trembled.
"Interesting. Two Phantom Realm experts, and the rest of you in the mid-tier of Phantom Realm. This should be easy," he sneered. "You're about to make history... as the generation with the lowest number of students to pass." He said those words with his voice and hand Still Shaking
Then he moved—fast, terrifyingly fast. His attacks launched at once, scattering the students. Almost everyone dodged and fell back... everyone but Siegfried Dragunov.
"Hahahahaha! A sorcerer who's a Heavenly Magus... this should be fun!
Heavenly Dragon Descent!"
Siegfried roared as he infused his mana into his dragon-forged spear. A massive pillar of flame surged from the ground, engulfing the Dean in a roaring inferno.
But Ollivier only smiled.
"Interesting trick. But not on the level of your father's."
"At the level of a Heavenly Magus, I control all elemental mana effortlessly... your flame is nothing."
With a flick of his hand, the flames dissipated into ash. He vanished—then reappeared behind Siegfried, driving a mana-enhanced punch into his back. Siegfried was sent crashing through the ground, a deep crater erupting beneath him.
"One down," Ollivier muttered. His gaze turned to Lucian.
"Your father's a bit stronger than me thanks to his youth. If you can defeat me, you can finally get your revenge for Ferran. Come at me."
Lucian's eyes flared, and he was about to charge—when Valen raised an arm, stopping him.
"Not yet," Valen said, eyes burning with strategy. "He's toying with us. We'll fight together."
The students regrouped: Valen, Lucian, Marcus, Galahad, and Vesper formed a circle. They nodded to each other—then launched their coordinated assault.
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Marcus called upon his blessing, his blade shining with radiant light, and dashed in first, feinting left then striking from the right. Ollivier blocked it with ease.
Galahad came next, his greatsword cleaving through the air with thunderous weight. The Dean parried and twisted the blade, throwing Galahad off balance.
Valen moved like a phantom, dual blades humming with divine resonance. He managed to graze the Dean's shoulder—drawing the first drop of blood.
Vesper, standing behind, chanted an alchemic incantation, summoning binding chains made of liquified silver and cursed glyphs. The Dean's movement slowed just slightly.
Lucian broke through with his spear, thrusting with divine speed. The combined force of their strike aimed directly at Ollivier's chest.
Ellis Picked out her arrow If using her mana and activating her blessing for a perfect Shot to defeat the hunter
Micheal Gripped his gauntlets and infusing mana within his whole body activating his Blessing He looked at the dean And thought in his mind "I wont lose to you dear grandfather "
As They were Getting ready Dean looked at Micheal and Thought in his mind "Oh dear grandson dont be that harsh on this old man "
They all launched Attack on Dean
But in the end, it wasn't enough.
With a roar, the Dean exploded in magical energy, shattering the chains and blowing all five students away.
"Is that all the so-called best heirs of your generation can do?" he mocked, laughing coldly. "You think teamwork will overcome the difference in realms? Naïve."
He looked at lucian and said " No wonder youre father keeps you hidden you cant be considered of this generation with you leading Caelum family I dont think they will survive no wonder you're Father keeps you hidden "
The others struggled to get up, coughing and bruised.
Lucian, however, stood tall. His hand trembled. Blood ran from his mouth. But he raised his spear one more time.
His voice was barely above a whisper.
He looked at dean and said
You're not strong you're pathetic I'll defeat you... even if it kills me."
Suddenly, the air around him cracked—reality itself seemed to warp. A strange pressure descended from the heavens, one even the Dean had never felt before.
Black lightning sparked from Lucian's body, mixed with golden flame and spectral wind. The students could feel it—a power beyond classification, beyond realms, beyond logic.
"Wh-What is this...?!" Dean Ollivier stumbled back for the first time.
Lucian screamed. His body began to break—muscles tearing, bones cracking. But the power kept pouring out. His spear ignited in divine flame, coated in unknown energy.
He charged.
For a moment, he looked like a god descending from the heavens.
But just as his spear was about to connect—Lucian collapsed mid-air, unconscious.
The divine energy dissipated in an instant, and Lucian's body crashed to the ground.
The Dean stood frozen, breathing heavily.
"What... what was that power...? That wasn't... human."
He looked around at the fallen students, still shaken from the near-catastrophe.
"Since all of you have failed to defeat me..." he began.
But even as he spoke, he couldn't stop shaking.
Not from exhaustion.
From fear.
Something had been born in Lucian in that moment.
A name not yet spoken.
A power not yet understood.
A fate not yet written.
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End of Chapter 16