"You done over there, Sis?"
"Yeah, that should be the last one."
Belle, who pulled out her sword of a monster, casually replied as she wiped the smeared blood off her cheek.
"Okay, give me a minute."
"Seriously, why are you taking your time?"
She asked.
"I'm just testing things out. Can't have things fail once it actually matters, right?"
While Brandon's body still ached all over, it was at a level where he could manage just fine.
His eyes narrowed, staring at the cursed pathways paved out for him.
Swoosh—!
With a single thought, Brandon instantly traversed the mist and sheathed his sword back in the scabbard on his waist.
"Alright, I'm done."
"Hm?"
Brandon casually walked ahead and Belle tilted her head in confusion.
Dumbfounded, her brows raised.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Heads started rolling on the floor belatedly, blood gushing out of the headless necks until the bodies stumbled.
"Let's go, Sis. They could be having a hard time."
"...."
Belle dismissively shook her head thereafter and rushed towards Brandon's side.
She needed no explanation for what had just transpired.
She should've been used to the sight by now after clearing the stampeding monsters for an hour or so. Mostly, Brandon was just testing his newfound abilities.
But still, it was baffling.
To say the least.
***
It was utter chaos.
Even with the presence of over eighty class A students, followed by seventy class B students, just keeping the wyvern at bay exerted a substantial amount of strength.
So much so, that everyone found themselves exhausted. Cadets switched out, but the cadets that switched were them had barely recuperated.
For that reason, their barrages of attacks had been slowing down as more time passed.
Clank—!
It was Claire, who had just charged heavily, colliding with the wyvern.
Her attacks, while providing not as much damage as Amelia's, served as diversion.
Claire's attacks dealt heavy blows, forcing the wyvern to recoil, unable to attack.
Boom—!
It was also followed by another cadet, with most probably, the highest destructive output.
Flames shot from his fiery bow, intertwining with an icy blast, the two forces merging into a spiraling vortex of hellfire. Their combined attack struck the wyvern with devastating force, causing the beast to stagger under the impact.
It was none other than Reinhard and Rachel.
'They deserve a promotion....'
From Amelia's perspective, Rachel, Reinhard, Amy, and Claire deserved to be promoted to the higher class. Class A.
They, who were class B students, had contributed the most out of all their classmates, even more than some class A students.
Especially Claire and Amy.
The two stood out the most with their flashy attacks, catching everyone's attention each time.
Amidst the barrage of attacks, Amy moved with fluid grace, her water magic rippling through the air. Streams of water coiled around her like a serpent.
Swoosh—!
With a single gesture, Amy summoned a massive surge of water from the atmosphere, compressing it into a high-pressure stream that sliced through the wyvern's defenses.
The water twisted and turned as though alive, crashing into the beast with the force of a tidal wave.
Furthermore, Amy seemed to be tactically aware, using her affinity to support her comrades as well.
When the wyvern's tail lashed out in retaliation, Amy responded instantly, creating a barrier of condensed water that absorbed the blow, shielding her allies from the impact.
Her water magic was versatile—offensive, defensive, and adaptive to the flow of battle.
On the other hand, Claire's rapier glinted as she surged forward, her speed almost impossible to follow.
The battlefield seemed to blur around her as she closed the gap between her and the wyvern, her body surrounded by arcs of purple lightning.
Tzz—!
Each step she took left a trail of crackling energy in her wake, the sheer speed of her movements making her appear as a streak of light across the battlefield.
All sorts of magic spiraled through the air as the battle raged on. The once-exhausted cadets, who had barely managed to recover, continued pressing on.
Elemental spells—fire, ice, wind, and lightning—intertwined above the battlefield, raining down upon the wyvern.
The air crackled with the force of their combined magic, each cadet pushing beyond their limits to contribute whatever strength they had left.
Gritting their teeth, the mages in the backline continued to unleash volleys of spells.
Swoosh– Swoosh— Swoosh——!
Fireballs streaked across the sky, colliding with blasts of wind as their destructive powers amplified. Ice shards shot through the air, freezing the wyvern's exposed wounds, while bolts of lightning arced from mage to mage.
"Just a bit more...."