Gwendolyn who was coincidentally the Academy's magic instructor for the first years, had always prided herself on her keen sense of her students' potential.
Most of them were eager to cast spells and unleash power, but few cared about the intricate foundations that made those spells possible.
She was however, pleasantly surprised when Jett, who she had previously overlooked as not worth the time, approached her after class one day.
Jett had seemed like one of the many competent, but not exceptional. However, when he expressed genuine interest in the intricacies of magic, her perception of him began to shift.
His questions were advanced, delving into theories and principles that most students didn't even think to ask about.
It wasn't just about casting spells for him; it was about understanding the very essence of magic.
'Impressive,' she thought, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed him. 'Most of them only want to know how to make things explode, but this one...'
Gwendolyn felt a spark of curiosity. 'He wants to understand the art behind the power.'
Despite her initial assumptions that he didn't quite measure up to some of her other star pupils, she found herself compelled to give him more of her time.
It wasn't just his knowledge, it was his eagerness to learn, his desire to dig deeper, that intrigued her, plus this was her opportunity to get close to him so she could discretely get to the others.
For the next hour, they discussed magic and its many theories, exchanging ideas in a conversation that felt more like a dialogue between equals than a teacher and student.
By the time Jett left to meet with the others, she had offered him an open invitation to seek her out whenever he needed guidance on magic.
As she watched him walk away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction: maybe she should use mentoring him as a disguise to get to the Divine Lords.
Little did she know, Jett had his own plans. He intended to use this newfound connection to gain access to materials and information beyond his current reach.
Yet, even as he considered this, a vague sense of unease lingered: had she noticed something about him that set him apart from the rest?
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"So, are you done with that thing I asked for last time?" Jett asked, his tone casual but with an underlying eagerness.
"Yeah, I've been done for a while now," Cedric replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out the weapon he had crafted. It gleamed under the light, a masterpiece of his forge.
"Cool," Jett grinned as he took the weapon from Cedric's hands, feeling its weight and balance. "I'll be taking those off your hands then."
As he examined the weapon, a satisfied smirk crossed Jett's face. 'Perfect,' he thought. With this, his plans were slowly falling into place.
"But why would you need something like this?" Cedric asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He knew what the items were, but he couldn't quite understand how Jett intended to use them.
Jett casually glanced at the ten flying swords Cedric had crafted, each one a masterpiece in its own right. The swords were sleek and deadly, their edges honed to a razor's sharpness.
The blades were forged from adamantium, a material known for its incredible strength and durability, capable of withstanding even the most powerful of impacts without a single scratch and one of the best conductors of Aura.
The hilts were elegantly designed, with intricate patterns etched into the metal, giving them an air of both beauty and lethality.
"I knew something was fishy when the last trial ended too cleanly. We've been set up," Aiden whined, his usually confident demeanor faltering. The task seemed impossible, even for someone of his caliber.
As the seconds ticked away, the gravity of their situation became clear. This was more than just a trial: it was a test of their limits, and they would have to give everything they had to survive.
"She's right, we don't have that much firepower," Evelina added, her voice tinged with worry. "And I'm pretty sure I didn't bring enough arrows."
"You're an archer, you can never have enough arrows," Asher remarked, trying to comfort her. But his words seemed to miss the mark, as Evelina frowned at him instead, clearly not reassured.
'Damn it, do I have to go all out in front of them?' Jett wondered. 'There should be a way to utilize their abilities for a situation like this.'
Time was running out, and they still hadn't figured out how to deal with the overwhelming number of undead. The pressure was mounting, and the group was on edge, each of them trying to think of a solution.
"I have an idea," Rey suddenly spoke up, his tone filled with confidence. His voice cut through the tension, causing everyone to fall silent.
'The MC wants to speak, this should be good,' Jett thought, his interest piqued as he turned his full attention to Rey.
"Then let's hear it," Rosa bickered, eager to hear what Rey had in mind.
Rey quickly made them gather around. "The plan is simple," he began. "We gather them all together by using crowd control to focus their agro at one point, then unleash a massive AOE attack to wipe them out in one go."
It was a solid plan: a tactic most gamers used in situations like this. The idea of drawing the undead to a single location and then obliterating them with a coordinated assault made sense.
However, there were still significant issues to consider.
"So, how many of us can use crowd control skills on a large scale? My skills don't really work with attracting enemies, so I'm not your guy," Aiden admitted, seeking volunteers to fill the gap in his strategy.
"I can," Matthew said eagerly, stepping up without hesitation.
"But that's only one," Asher pointed out, sighing as he explained the flaw. "It's not going to be enough for all of them, and it'll be too much for us to handle. We need to make sure we can fully utilize our attacks by getting them in one place, but we also need to spread them out enough so we don't get overwhelmed."
"I can also use a crowd control skill on a large scale," Rey said, hoping to ease Asher's concerns.
"And me too," Morrigan added, her voice steady with determination.
"Same here," Rosa followed, stepping in to support the plan.
As the group began to see the pieces coming together, Jett's mind was already racing ahead. 'This might work,' he thought, 'but it needs to be refined.'
He had already devised a plan from everything they had discussed, and now it was time to share it. With a confident smirk, Jett spoke up. "Well then, we're switching up the plan, so everyone pay attention: I'm only going to say this once so listen up."
All eyes turned to Jett, ready to hear his strategy, knowing that their survival depended on executing it perfectly.
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Let's go boss