His mirthless stare reached the platform, many sets of swords, spears, daggers, and smaller blades. Quos unamusingly sighed.

Rogue sauntered over to him and frigidly remarked. "Uv, we are leaving. Now..." He extended his limbs, and exhaled readily. "I suppose we're both unprepared, huh?" He enquired.

Quos gave him a sincere glance, disregarding his companion's chilling words. "Rogue, we battle...Ruthlessly." He ordered, a completely detached motivation lingering in his voice.

The noble amiably laughed, rubbing his sun-resembling hair. "I'm going, my condition won't allow me to continue this exertion." 

"Uv-"

"Nah," The astral-mage noised, and clarified unmindfully. "Quos Unsaeal."

He realized the revelation he made in seconds, and shouted unworriedly. "No. Unrevealed or Uv sounds superior!"

Rogue smiled cunningly, and confirmed with deep, sarcastic concentration. "Quos? I guess your own wariness was destined to lose."

When he heard those words, he grinned in a humoured fashion and ambled away. "I suppose, a war awaits."

Kloaked was seated, glancing at the podium indifferently, and his pupils blurred slightly. He forced his exhaustion out of his body, exhaling in annoyance.

"Seriously?!" He monotonously mumbled, his sights resting around the space. "Waiting this long, is unrequired..."

His skull clicked to the side, and spotted his classmates boringly conversing, droning on about the war, and their own futures.

He relaxed a single arm on his head, massaging his neck. A scornful memory rose from his mental fortitudes, he disregarded a bitter, and stressful emotion from shaping.

While suppressing his sour feelings, the maroon-edged battler listened to the air, and footsteps growled. Kai entered, and smiled wisely, his reputable expression settled.

Kloaked sighed again, and bowed his head. Kai watched the students, giving small nods to the mentors. 

"Hello." He affirmed, strolling around the platform readily. "After my week-lasting disappearance. I come to the students of this academy. Incantation academy, and announce your soon to be, participation with, and deadly battle."

Kai's mind raced slowly, and he gathered his words. "I was never anticipating this many to graduate, and I'm quite happy with your abilities."

"Still." His clever and wary voice roared. "This war, cannot be considered a child's adventure. A method to fame, and to show your strength, regardless I'm unable to learn of your ambitions."

He stood, and keenly glared, his face expressing authority. "Your dream may to become famous, renowned. I'm uncaring to those, now. You are not planned to be immediately delivered to the war sectors."

"There is a single morning, and you are required to, kill a person on the enemy's side," His ears heard no frightened, or discouraged cries. "Well, this academy prepared you, the war is likely enhancing."

"Now. You likely made some companions in this academy, they shall stay with you. Since we are in no threatening position in the war, you are expected to go to the battle, and return, mostly unscathed."

Kai ambled along the higher surface, and declared. "I completed my speech, welcome students, to a ruthless earth."

The headmaster laughed boisterously, and signalled a hand. Countless weapons, books, and rings flew towards the children.

"We checked your skills, and masterfulness over all the files, and picked out these specific ones. There are many students which use weapons, when an unlikely occasion comes. The rings are to store extra and spare energy, when you shatter them, you would need a new one. The books contain information, and moves based around your magic."

He grinned, and walked forward. His form dispelling unhurriedly. A rush of aura remained.

Vadras' Experience.

I shaped near Kloaked, and electricity lingered momentarily. While I stood, he wore a conflicted look. Sighing casually, he walked over to the door.

"Ah," He unenergetically growled, extending his arms. "Headmaster Kai's annoying."

I nodded, contemplations resting in my mental cage. I blandly sounded. "Your mace was improved. I was given a book, and four newer daggers."

Kloaked laughed amicably, and answered boringly. "One mace is enough, and I like fighting and reading gets...Bothering after a while."

Continuing to walk in amiable noiselessness. We reached the dormitories. I chillingly smiled, and whispered. "I suppose curfew, is no longer the main issue."

My fingers apathetically brushed the handle, a minute after, I opened the door, and slid the board to the side. We neared the room, and Kloaked crushingly slammed the repaired entrance.

While I saw a whispering fire approaching, my companion's pupil remained unaware. I uncaringly moved away, leaping across the now, yelling flames.

Kloaked, who was unmindfully sauntering, hovered towards his cushion. He mumbled, frustrated. "Flamma!"

I unemotionally stared, and entered, dissipating the warmth with a clothing of mana. "Feriosio, you really like burning my belongings, huh?" I asked, scrutinizing my heated bed. 

"Sorry," He grinned excitedly, careless of the damage around. "I was using my sword," He childishly gestured, his hand swaying at the blade.

I sighed, and washed my mattress with energy, relieving the bed. Realizing the warmth dispelled, I stood and grabbed my items.

My daggers which were encased with symbols by Soul would remain my main ones, and the others would become spares, stashing the various books, and weapons I collected, a reminder racketed in my mental confines. "Quos Unsaeal."

Our conversation after the revelation played, and I listened, again. 

"I'm gonna show you the basics, when you leave this academy."

"Beware," He amusedly warned, laughing. "Scuin would like to mentor Flamma, and Rogue suggested he would handle the ruthless Kloaked."

"Which means," Quos started, his irises glimmering immaturely. "You're my pupil!"

My spheres opened, and I grasped my belongings. The bag could contain many items, which would aid this, completion.

I contemplated revealing all the information, but then it would ruin their shock, and Flamma was still attempting something with his arms.

"You look stupid!" Kloaked shouted, his words humoured. "Heating your arms, and now burning them?!" He roared childishly.

Flamma smiled, and responded nonchalantly. "Hah. You're gonna lose after this!" The fire-user yelled sarcastically.

Kloaked's head lowered, and he noised. "Sure."

"Unless...You're scared!"

"Nevermind," I repeated, and heard a gentle knock. "What now?"

I neared the door, and unlatched, noticing professor Krywn standing patiently. He silently stared, and handed me a documentation.

His shape dissipated speedily, and I examined the paper. "Sector 2 students. Vadras ?. Kloaked ?. Feriosio Flamma. Headmaster's office, quickly. Bring your belongings."

I carefully placed the file onto the desk, and Kloaked and Flamma, stopped arguing, checked the documentation, and boringly packed.

Walking across the hallways, I nodded at the students, like normal, the atmosphere was calming, and I bathed with the composedness.

While my vision reached the gate, the door was unfastened. I cautiously entered, Kloaked casually, and Flamma recklessly.

Now seated, a shine of mana escaped Headmaster Kai's hand. He held a small letter, and slid it towards the side, signalling me to grab the item.

My fingers wrapped around the letter, and I sighed. Kloaked breezily observed, and Flamma's limbs burned with energy.

My spheres scanned the paper, and I read. "Hello, my students. Look behind you." My monotonous voice sounded.

Spinning around, we spotted a grinning Quos, he was encompassed by the fragrance of blood, and...Death. "Greetings! I am Quos, and arrived to reveal the basics," He reminded me, bringing up the conversation from before.

Kloaked growled, breathing deeply. "I really couldn't care less now," He sighed, barely cordial.

Flamma's words erupted from his mouth, he rushed, noising countless requests. "Magma. I need to learn Magma Magic!"

Quos nodded, comprehending his words with speed, and answered. "Eh. Scuin's offering to become your mentor, meaning...A bunch of slashes and burns, and you're safe!"

Feriosio smiled cheerfully, and sprinted out the window with his side bag. "Escapable!"

The older-mage laughed exuberantly, and gestured his fingers over to the entrance. "Now, we are leaving!"

I smiled apathetically in agreeance. Enveloping my shape in mana, dispelling. I stared around, draining the simplicity of my surroundings.

Quos finally materialized, approaching us excitedly. "Now. Since using our mana to move is ineffective. Something separate is used." He explained with sarcastic graveness.

We were forced into a portal, the earth's atmosphere ripped, and we faded, reaching the rifts. I dropped onto a completely brutal vicinity.

Bellows, roars, and growls of energy surrounded the climate. My orbs whirled around, warily. I mindfully whispered. "The war."

Kloaked, he realized the occurrence and wildly stared. "Quos!" He shouted, only he was murdering the enemies.

Flamma was examining anything, a certain reminiscing smile entered his excited lips. "Kloaked? Vadras? You scared?!"

I chillingly glanced at the approaching mages, circling around us, and mirthlessly answered. "No." I merely responded.

Kloaked callously grinned, his fists clenched brutally. "I can change, only when it’s required." He murmured, and sped forward.

"Flamma. Fire, now!" The silver-eyed child yelled, avoiding a flood of water. "Combative Style: Decimating Rupture!"

His hand grabbed Flamma's elemental spell, centring his limb around the flames, he blasted them to the Fallen-Kingdom mages.

Delivering a shattering-punch, Kloaked collected his weaker-developed mana, surrounding himself in the aura, and raced away.

I circulated thunder into the daggers, I noticed the symbol glimmering lowly, disregarding the shine, energy escaped my currents.

My dagger undulated, and slashed the opposition’s stomach, they whispered aura, cascading the damage. Standing, they delivered a cracking kick.

Barely dodging, I lowered my arms, giving a small chance of relaxation to the enemy, and I lunged forward, stabbing the knife-resembling weapon into their cheek.

Amateurishly, I checked my dagger, seeing a blockage of materialized bullets approaching. Responding unkindly, my fingers mumbled with electricity.

"Lightning: Ruler's Electricity."

I clicked to the side, and shot the thunder towards their eyes, screaming, they dropped. I span my dagger, a second after, my weapon was drenched in a crimson substance.

Exhaling, I mercilessly swivelled, successfully detecting another presence, and my hand reeled away.

My new enemy stood cruelly, and laughed wickedly, their arm massaged by a shining aura. "Heh. A decently strong one."

"Name's Scele."

"Nevermind," He drawled, nearing me casually. "Call me Kiudn."

"The noble family?" I guessed unemotionally, conveying my uncaringness. "I rather kill you, now."

I rushed over, and plunged the dagger into his neck, and I heard cry of sadness. "Please. Spare-"

I sighed, and looked at the cleaner weapon, my smile was excited, and apathy ruled. Disregarding the diminishing and fearful person.

"You're quick and your efficiency is noticeable," Kiudn assessed, staring towards his removed hand. "Ah. I'm 15, and you look like my age." His authentic appendage eliminated, he regrew his limb speedily. "Goodbye."

He whistled in realization, and shouted. "Apologies, I need some relaxation!"

My skin slashed, and I was wounded, dropping, I smiled carelessly. "Lightning: Electrocuting Ropes."

Elements carved their path, and wires of electricity formed, and Scele span, slightly burned with thunder, and he laughed again.

"My limbs feel rested," He boisterously announced. "Now, goodbye!"

A delicate breeze sauntered into my ear, and he dissipated completely. "I suppose, you're going to bother me, huh?" I rhetorically enquired.

I dropped on the boulders around, and sighed. Enemies rushed and I leaped up, gushing energy from my Mana Currents, I mirthlessly roared, quietly. "Lightning: Thunderous Fists."

Leaving my weapons on the surface, I was surrounded by mana, and electricity returned. "Flamma." I noticed. "I'm winning." Blandness was in my words.

Feriosio nonchalantly nodded, a minute quicker, he span, and his appendage's warmth expanded. "Heated Hands."

We swivelled, and my electricity whispered, I slammed the enemy away, sending them metres into the sector. While Feriosio ambled casually.

He glanced, and nodded energetically, I understood. Standing near him, mana spilled, and I rushed forward, with Flamma sending a high volume, and flames callously drove them away.

My responsibility was comprehensible, and I grabbed their heads, bringing them into the crater, ruthlessly.

Flamma walked over, and grinned excitedly, he shouted amicably. "Vadras and Flamma. 1. with Fallen Kingdom. 0!"

A mirthless smile reached my lips, and I sounded. "Sides!" 

Feriosio span, and battled a blade with his own, and I channelled mana, sprinting over to the other mages.

I axe-kicked one, and chillingly moved, observing a response. I breathed, depleted stamina catching up with me. I sighed, and rested with a hand over my knee, and was seated.

A mage strolled, and remarked frigidly. "You're from the academy." They shook their head, retreating to the assigned camps.

Uncaringly, I regained my breath, and withdrew from the battle, a barricade was created, and protected the sector.

My skull clicked upwards, and detected many people, shattering my guesses. I leaped over, the barricade shining, since my uniform showed my affiliation with the Spiritual-Kingdom.

Rushing across the earth, I span with mana, coalescing aura, and bullets glided along the skies. I noticed a small issue, they would dispel speedily.

I saw Kloaked relaxing near countless bodies, and, with indifference, nodded. "You were sleeping around?" I asked.

He responded casually, eyeing my weapon. "Nah. I eliminated them, and was bored." He answered, and comfortlessly exhaled. "Sorry. I'm going."

He sprinted, and shrouded his hands with energy. "Combative Style: Craterous!"

I walked away, and aura roared. "Quos is bringing us to another location."

I sighed.

Exiting Vadras' Experience.

Quos wrapped his arms around Scuin's and Rogue's necks, grinning childishly. "You were watching, I'm sure Flamma can use magma magic. Rogue you requested to see Kloaked's deficiency's restrictions."

He smiled at the silence, and grimly laughed. "The Kian from our kingdom's with the Fallen now."

Scuin sarcastically added. "No. They are a Kiudn." Removing Quos' arm away.

Rogue answered mirthfully, grabbing his companion's appendage and moving the limb. "Scele Kiudn," He drawled.

Quos sauntered.

A ruthless whisper.