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In the days that followed, Eyslan spent much of his time studying in the library. He reviewed his notes, watched his classmates around the same table, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. But he knew: the routine was just a facade.
The class schedule had been changed due to renovations and the difficulty in obtaining certain magical materials. As a result, the first practical class of the week would be Potion Makin
It was a perfect opportunit
> *"I need a plausible excuse. I'll say I didn't know the class was designed for direct mana and I brought my own regeneration potion. This way, I gain mental clarity and prepare the groundwork..."*
As he walked through the school corridors, Eyslan mentally adjusted the details of his plan. He knew that, at the right moment, the potion would have to be used. More than that—it would have to look like an acciden
On the morning of class, everything seemed calm. Professor Xere taught naturally, the cauldrons bubbled, and the students stirred their concoctions with concentratio
That was when there was a knock on the door.
Just as Xere looked away, five hooded figures emerged from the shadows—they wore black coats, and the aura they emanated was menacing.
Eyslan acted instinctively. He pretended to reach for his potion, but he also simulated the movement of drawing a magic-imbued wand. He knew any of the intruders might react violently. And so it was: a sphere of mana, mixed with a layer of fire, landed directly in his hand. The burn was real. But it was also what he wanted.
His potion shattered on the floor, releasing a dense mist of regenerative mana.
> *"Perfect.
The vapor lingered, and the bandits hesitated. We believe the potion had been poorly brewed, causing a frightening magical collaps
Amidst the confusion, something even more unexpected happened: an explosion from Eyslan's detonation wand—imbued with a cutting spell—destroyed an entire shelf of potions. Vials of mind enlightenment, levitation, and mana shattered simultaneously. The room filled with an intense mixture of magical vapors.
A pink-haired student—whom Eyslan had seen before in the library—was the first to notice:
"They can't use mana anymore
There was a second of silence. Then, everyone understood. The concentration of ambient mana resulted in a point that interfered with the manipulation of internal mana. The hooded figures couldn't even cast a single spel
That's when Eyslan's defective crystals—so ridiculed by everyone—became his trump car
> "External crystals, however weak, don't depend on the user's inner hand..
The room became a makeshift battlefield. Some students unleashed gusts of wind, others manipulated electrical sparks from the condensed clouds of mana. Rudimentary spells, but effective.
The five intruders were restrained. But Professor Xere, who had gone to answer the door, had not yet returne
And then, the worst: she was in the hands of a **brotamonte**—a shapeless creature hastily conjured. It was about to crush he
> *"We can't do anything directly... or maybe...
Eyslan placed his hands behind his back, silent. I waite
Someone lightly touched his fingers. He didn't want to say who it was, but he sensed the person understood what needed to be don
Carefully, he channeled some mana and traced magical letters on her pal
> "My cutting wand... is under the broken bookshelf..
The person opened their hand gently, then twice, then three times. Each tap felt like a cod
"First, confirmation
"Then, urgency
"Finally, readiness
> "She will be
Eyslan declared theatrically. He raised his hand
"Why don't you just let us leave? I already have a teacher, we didn't do anything..
While everyone stared at him, someone crept toward the broken bookshel
"We don't want any trouble!" he said louder, drawing everyone's attentio
It was at that moment that a cutting beam streaked through the ai
The arm of one of the hooded figures fell, immediately frozen by a spell cast by Xere—now fre
In a single movement, she cut through the containment crystal the bandit was wearing and incapacitated hi
No one was hurt. But now everyone knew: something bigger was behind these attacks. And Eyslan… had become a central player in the gam
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