Ambassador Atlantis Magic School Room at 9 PM
A terrifying black aura enveloped the entire room, resembling thick fog that disturbed every corner, exuding a sharp metallic scent of splattered blood. Under the dim light that cast an eerie shadow, dozens of corpses lay sprawled on the floor, their skin a bluish hue, and their empty eyes lost in eternal void. Soon after, those corpses began to rise in a horrifying resurrection, biting into one another with a chilling growl, filling the air with deep despair. Blood splattered everywhere, creating a gruesome residue on the dust-covered floor, while statues around the room started to move, animated by an overwhelming dark force. The sound of crashing objects shattered tables, chairs, and other furniture, intensifying the grim atmosphere with reverberating impacts. The room appeared not only disheveled but also ensnared in a curse, further amplifying the darkness that surrounded it, as though trapped in an unbreakable bond with the very essence of darkness itself.
Elbert, one of the most talented and respected teachers at the school, sat on a sturdy old wooden table that trembled beneath his weight, facing the entrance with a tension etched on his face. It seemed he was awaiting someone.
Kreeeeettt ....! The main door swung open with a loud creak, filling the vacant space with an echo that made Elbert's heart race, yet no one was there. He observed intently, sensing a magical vibration in the air, as if the room were infused with protective spells meant to thwart the rise of darkness. However, as he attempted to glance elsewhere, accompanied by a painful buzzing in his ears, he felt the tension enveloping every inch of the room, waiting for a moment that would change everything.
With a loud crash, the door slammed shut, causing the hinges that held it to break free and fall, echoing a stunning boom that reverberated through the room. In an instant, the group of walking corpses halted, as if swept away by an invisible blade; their heads detached from their shoulders rolled down the staircase, creating a chilling silence that marked the end of their empty journey.
Thud ... thud ... thud ... thud, the sound of heavy footsteps pierced the tension in the room, creating a rhythm that drew closer and made every heartbeat of Elbert thrum with uncertainty, deepening the growing anxiety.
As the steps approached Elbert, the atmosphere grew even tenser. The sound of footsteps faded against the dusty floor, blending with the foul smell of blood that hung in the air. Suddenly, a man in a tattered black cloak appeared, his ragged garment fluttering slowly as if influenced by a chilling breeze that had unexpectedly swept through. Half of his face was visible, hinting at a dark tale that once existed.
He released his cloak, which hung limply as if reluctant to leave his body.
Behind the black fabric, a man with flowing silvery-white hair emerged, adding an air of mystery to his presence. His striking red eyes burned with intensity, complemented by a confident expression that seemed to radiate power. He wore a shiny black combat uniform adorned with bold blue and white accents.
The garments he donned were filled with magnificent symbols, signifying that he was an elite knight from the Gaia Nation, more specifically, a Royal Guard loyal to Queen Iris. With white gloves covering his muscular hands, he stood in a poised stance, as if preparing himself for an inevitable confrontation.
"Fitran," Elbert spoke, his voice resonating in the silence, piercing the cold aura that enveloped the room, creating a tense atmosphere that hung between them, as if time had momentarily paused.
"So, what party did I miss?" Fitran asked, his voice trembling yet filled with confidence. With his left hand, he peeled away the torn cloak that enveloped him, and instantly, a metallic scent pierced his nostrils, deepening the tension in the room. As the cloak fell open, the figure of a knight emerged, clad in shimmering armor that reflected the dim light surrounding him. In his right hand, he clutched a bloodied sword, as if the tale of a fierce battle from the previous night was etched upon it, waiting to be revealed to the world.
"Your death party," Elbert replied, his voice calm yet resolute, devoid of any trace of fear. He stood firm in the darkness, seemingly confident in the fate they had chosen, despite the shattering shadows of their once-bonded friendship.
"So, you finally intend to kill me," Fitran challenged, his voice resonating with a determination that stirred courage amid the darkness. "You should have done it long ago, for I no longer admire you." The red aura surrounding him intensified, enveloping his body and deepening the gloom, carving fear into the walls of the room protected by powerful spells. The chamber trembled with the pulsating magical energy, as if responding to the intricate emotions and uncertainties that cloaked it, creating a thick and chilling atmosphere.
Elbert's laughter erupted like a volcanic explosion, reverberating through the room and breaking the tension created by the magical aura filling the air. His wide and cheerful smile created a striking contrast to the darkness and mystery surrounding him, as if it were casting away the shadows lurking in the hidden corners.
Suddenly, a horde of zombies emerged from the magic circle beside Elbert, their bodies lurching with slow yet terrifying movements. Their pale and gaunt faces looked horrifying, surrounded by an aura of decay that brought a foul stench into the air. Their hollow eyes stared with hatred and hunger, as if ready to pounce on anyone brave enough to approach.
The zombies lunged towards Fitran with surprising speed, albeit unevenly, yet still very menacing. "Actually, I don't want to dirty the sword," Fitran said as he drew Excalibur from its sheath. As it was revealed, the sword emanated a brilliant light, seemingly challenging the darkness that enveloped it.
With a single swing, Excalibur soared with captivating grace, effortlessly decapitating the zombies with unstoppable force.
Yet, despite the heads of the zombies falling, the horde of terrifying creatures continued to swarm relentlessly. Fitran, with unwavering determination, pressed on, Excalibur gleaming in his hands as he severed their heads one by one, creating a horrific rain of blood around him.
This rain of blood slowly drenched Fitran's body, coating his entire figure in a deep red hue that was frightening, as if transforming him into a living statue of horror amidst the shining Excalibur sparkling amid the chaos, indicating that he symbolized resilience in the face of disaster.
Fitran gripped Excalibur tightly, the sacred sword glimmering in the light of battle, as though it were merging with his spirit. As the rotting horde of zombies crawled closer with their rasping growls, his eyes ignited with a blazing fire of determination.
With a deep breath, he swung his sword forward with abundant power. "Photon Slash!" he shouted, his voice resonating with courage.
In an instant, Excalibur erupted in a dazzling flash of golden light, leaving a trail of energy that sliced through the air like a bolt of lightning. Waves of holy light shot forth at incredible speed, cleaving through the horrid zombies in its path. The decayed bodies were split in an instant, evaporating into ash as the holy energy burned them from within, creating a sky filled with fine particles.
Yet, despite such radiant power, their horde continued to surge forth, as if there were no end. Fitran did not waver. With Excalibur shining bright like a star in the dark night in his hand, he prepared to unleash the next Photon Slash, challenging the relentless darkness, feeling every pulse of energy intertwining with his fighting spirit.
"Purification," Fitran proclaimed firmly, focusing his energy on the magic flowing from his hands. A gentle glow enveloped him, washing away the tainted blood that stained his skin. In an instant, the marks of darkness vanished, and his clothing returned to pristine whiteness, reflecting the light.
The zombie's blood flowed with a neural toxin deadlier than the hydra's poison, containing a lethal power capable of incapacitating in an instant.
Fitran stood amidst the chaos, his breath quickening and chest trembling as zombies crawled incessantly from the shimmering violet magic circle embedded in the ground. The wave of decaying creatures seemed endless, grotesquely encroaching with a roaring shriek that filled the air, spreading the foul stench of death that pierced his nostrils.
He realized that if he did not destroy the source of this calamity, this horrific battle would never end. With burning determination, he gripped Excalibur tightly in his hand, closing his eyes momentarily to feel the pulse of sacred energy flowing within him, creating a deep focus on the goal that must be achieved. As he opened his eyes, the glimmer of stars appeared to radiate the spirit from his gaze, signaling that the time had come to take a monumental step that could change the fate of the battle.
"Celestial Ascension!"
Miraculously, his body began to float slowly, enveloped in an increasingly bright golden light. A divine aura erupted from within him, creating waves of energy that swept across the battlefield. Giant wings of light emerged from his back, while Excalibur shone with an intensity akin to the sun blazing in the sky.
Fitran raised his sword high, and in an instant, the sky seemed to split apart, lowering a pillar of sacred light that obliterated the darkness surrounding him.
"BRAK!" The sound of the explosion echoed, competing with the cacophony of noise in the room, signaling the arrival of an unexpected power in this battle.
The celestial energy surged forward, striking the magical circle with incredible force. The dark seals forming the gate cracked before finally exploding into countless shards of pure and magnificent light. The shockwave swept away the remnants of the zombies, tossing them like burning leaves caught in a wildfire.
As the light began to dim, Fitran slowly lowered his body, surrounded by a soft shimmer of aura that continued to radiate from him. The magical circle that had previously adorned the battlefield was gone, and with the disappearance of that brightness, the terrifying flow of zombies came to a halt, vanishing as if they had never existed.
Taking a deep breath of relief, he grasped Excalibur—the legendary sword felt heavy yet steady in his hand, embodying the burden he had carried. Tonight, the darkness had been pushed back—yet deep within Fitran's heart, he knew that the true battle awaited ahead, ready to test his courage once more and challenge the limits within himself.
"No way," Elbert exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief, his eyes wide as if struggling to accept the reality before him.
"You have wiped out my entire collection of Zombies," Elbert continued, his voice now quivering with a mix of anger and sorrow. "And you can wield light magic," he added, fixing his sharp gaze on Fitran, betraying a deep frustration.
"I am a royal guard now, not a paladin," Fitran replied firmly, his voice echoing in the quiet room, seemingly breaking the tension between them. With a look of unwavering confidence and a posture reflecting his dedication, he stood resolutely, affirming his position in this emotional clash.
"Your dark magic will not harm me," Fitran declared confidently, his voice trembling with unwavering spirit. The dim light in the room cast dramatic shadows across his face, deepening the impact of his statement as if he were a beacon of light amidst the looming darkness, symbolizing hope and courage in the face of the encroaching void. His eyes shone brightly, reflecting bravery and steadfastness, as if challenging any force that sought to bring him down.