The air was thick and smelt of burnt corpses.
Smoke filled the once vibrant environment as the crackling of burning wood continued.
The Academy of Ravenwood known to be the most prestigious learning institute in all the 3 continents.
Filled with the best professors and teachers with years of expertise in the magic arts, on top of that its students were insanely talented individuals.
With all the perfect and powerful personnels the academy was one of the most protected and safe sanctuaries...or atleast it was.
Now it was engulfed in flames, buildings demolished, dead bodies and the smell of blood mixing in with the fire.
In the middle of all this a teenage boy with jet black hair, red eyes that almost seemed lavendar and a face that could be considered attractive had his face painted red.
He slightly looked down and touched his chest, the red liquid painted his palm as he looked at his hand once more.
His gaze shifted to his chest, a rocky spike had jurted out.
That was when he realized the gravity of the situation.
He couldn't tell for how long, but he had been suspended mid air after the rocky spike pierced through his chest for a while.
*Sigh...
He wanted to mutter out something but his throat was dry from all the heat, on top of that the severe internal injuries couldn't bring him to do so.
He smiled a bit then looked up at the moon that was shining a light on him as if making his final moments eventful and memorable.
"Crap...so this is how it ends."
He finally got out his words after swallowing his saliva hard, or atleast what was left of it.
All he could taste was iron in his mouth.
The continuous trickling of his own blood had began getting on his nerves.
It's not like it was annoying, though it was, it was the fact that it was all he could hear since getting his body suspended.
"If only they could've seen it from my perspective...but those bastards are too obsessed with themselves and their ways of thinking couldn't meet or even come close to mine..."
He coughed a bit then continued.
The white haired boy moved and delivered a punch to him from the statement he had just made.
But the black-haired boy's face was already numb and compared to the large spike protruding from his chest, the punch was nothing.
"How many times are you going to keep defending this girls...you know what type of people they are.." the black-haired boy said.
Just looking at the white haired boy he could tell he had gotten to him, and he also knew what he said was true in all manner.
Because compared to him, these five individuals were maniacal bastards and the reason everything had turned out like this.
And he knew after they killed him here, everything done would be blamed on him.
"You lot are far much worse than I am...and you all know that..."
The white-haired boy smiled and then broke into laughter his hand placed on his face and then stopped abruptly shifting his gaze to the black haired boy.
"And so what? You won't even live to tell your side of the story, and even if you did noone will believe you..."
"Thank you for making things easier for us...we finally got the Divine Relic, thanks to you."
"But you're currently of no use at all..."
He then proceeded to draw his sword and having it inches away from the black-haired boy.
"Any last words?..."
He proceeded to say.
The black-haired boy didn't do anything at first, he then smiled or rather widely grinning and lifted up a single middle finger that was bloody.
"With all the gods and constellations watching...SCREW YOU ALL!!!"
His words came to an end as his neck was met by the blade severing the head as it plopped onto the ground with a sickening crunch putting an end to his life.
The white haired boy proceeded to spread his arms, the moonlight shining on him as he proceeded to laugh.
"Our age is finally here...a new dawning ERA!"
The other four moved close to him all smiling along as they stood in the debris of what was once an academy of talented geniuses.
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